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my money's on April 1st at this point
Mar. 26th, 2009 09:08 pmThe latest intel suggests that the meeple is quite happy where it is and is unlikely to make an appearance in the next couple of days. Although this could also be a clever ruse to get us to drop our guard. Am contemplating going nuts and making some weekend plans, on the grounds that we'd probably either end up with some weekend plans or a baby. Win-win!
I celebrated my due date yesterday (original due date? wrong due date? whatever) by getting a massage, which was *excellent*, and put a bunch of time back on my "ability to deal with the physical downsides of late pregnancy" clock. Also I officially weighed in today at close-enough-to-be-able-to-round-up-to-200 pounds, which I'm sure does not sound like anything special to people who normally weigh 200 pounds, but was satisfying to me in being a Big Round Number to go with my Big Round Body. And, I don't know, even if I'm not fast and strong any more, and am increasingly impaired and awkward with pelvic joint issues, I am feeling a certain physical power just in sheer massiveness. I may lurch along at a glacial pace but when I walk it *shakes the earth*. People talk about feeling like a beached whale in late pregnancy but I'm ponderous like a fucking brontosaur. Rarrrr. Or to bring it back to a human scale, my grandfather (who was himself heavy) used a cane and walked slowly, with a limp, and always managed to project this confidence that he was walking in perfect time and if you caught yourself going too fast, it was up to you to feel awkward about it, and I feel like I'm maybe tapping into that a little bit, that centeredness, that weightiness. I wonder whether I'll still feel any of that if I end up losing a bunch of the weight? (Of course, it may not even survive the next time I have to ask Josh to help me up from the couch...)
I celebrated my due date yesterday (original due date? wrong due date? whatever) by getting a massage, which was *excellent*, and put a bunch of time back on my "ability to deal with the physical downsides of late pregnancy" clock. Also I officially weighed in today at close-enough-to-be-able-to-round-up-to-200 pounds, which I'm sure does not sound like anything special to people who normally weigh 200 pounds, but was satisfying to me in being a Big Round Number to go with my Big Round Body. And, I don't know, even if I'm not fast and strong any more, and am increasingly impaired and awkward with pelvic joint issues, I am feeling a certain physical power just in sheer massiveness. I may lurch along at a glacial pace but when I walk it *shakes the earth*. People talk about feeling like a beached whale in late pregnancy but I'm ponderous like a fucking brontosaur. Rarrrr. Or to bring it back to a human scale, my grandfather (who was himself heavy) used a cane and walked slowly, with a limp, and always managed to project this confidence that he was walking in perfect time and if you caught yourself going too fast, it was up to you to feel awkward about it, and I feel like I'm maybe tapping into that a little bit, that centeredness, that weightiness. I wonder whether I'll still feel any of that if I end up losing a bunch of the weight? (Of course, it may not even survive the next time I have to ask Josh to help me up from the couch...)
