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If you don't want to read about my pelvis, stop here [Oct. 25th, 2007|04:13 pm]
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The pain in my pelvis is incredible. My son's big head is pressing on it, and I swear to you, I fear that the shear weight of the boy is going to crush my pelvis into dust. Especially when I'm walking--though I don't really walk anymore, I sort of limp and waddle and wince. And pray that my pelvis will not crack in two.

The doctor says the baby may be too big (YA THINK???) and wants to do an ultrasound in two weeks. If it seems he will weigh ten pounds or more, they will do a c-section. Knowing my luck, the kid will be 9.15 pounds and they will say "congratulations!! Your baby is just BARELY small enough for you to deliver! One ounce more and we would take him out ourselves and spare you all sorts of horrors!! But we don't have to! Aren't you so happy! You can do this naturally!!! Having an in-tact pelvis is overrated anyway!"

Also, I have no identity anymore other than Walking Belly. Every day at work, my goal is to make it to the bathroom and back JUST ONCE without someone stopping me and asking me when my due date is, or telling me I look like I'm going to pop, or asking me if big babies run in my family, or telling me about their daughter's labor, or making the don't-drink-the-water joke (due to the high number of pregnant women in my office). Outside, things are even worse, b/c everyone stares. I miss my days of being inconspicuous, of slipping into a restaurant and having no one notice me, Miss Average Height Average Build Brown Hair Brown Eyes Drab Wardrobe. Now they all see me and they all want to talk to me, and all I want to do is cry and tell them how badly my pelvis hurts. But I can't, I have to smile and say "November 18th!" and then learn that oh my god! That's their brother's birthday!

I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm ready. Last night, Ian, dearest husband, asked me if there was anything I needed. I said, "I need to have a baby."
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