Shock, faint…
August 13, 2009
3 blog posts in 2 days. I don’t know what has come over me. Someone break out the champagne (sparkling grape juice for the pregnant lady, please). 
I think I’m close enough to having our house ready for the baby to come that I’m able to think about other things in life again–like communication with the outside world, for example. We have just a few decor things to get on the walls, the crib to finish with touch-up paint and bedding, a couple more items to purchase, and then I think we’re officially ready. Amazing! It’s been quite the journey to get everything transitioned!
I’ve been telling people I’m ready to not be pregnant anymore, at this point, but not quite ready for the little guy to come out yet. But I’m getting closer. There just comes a point where you want to get on with the thing you’ve been talking about for so long, you know? No matter how scary it might seem . . . We were at our childbirth preparation class last night (session 2 of 4) and had to watch a few actual births. It’s quite shocking to see, no matter how much you’ve read or thought about it, and I found myself imagining there was a convenient “chicken exit” to run through like they have before big roller coaster rides. I’ve never used a chicken exit before, but now I understand what the people who do must be feeling. Yet even in the midst of the fear and panic of what’s to come, there was wonder and joy coming out of my eyes in the form of tears when I saw that little baby come out and get tossed up on momma’s tummy. It’s such a paradox of emotion for me right now, but I think the wonder and joy side is going to win out in the end. There’s going to be a mini version of Andy and Jodi coming out into the world very soon. It’s just amazing.
Practically speaking, however (hello, this is Jodi Schipper speaking), it will definitely be nice to have clothes that don’t squeeze the life out of me, I must admit. I’m about to resolve to only wear yoga pants for the rest of the pregnancy. The other side of this must be really worth it for women to decide to do this more than once. In the middle of constant discomfort that will only increase in the next 5 weeks, and the unknown of labor and childbirth ahead of me, this isn’t seeming all that glorious and wonderful and “worth it”, as people keep saying to me. But I’m healthy and baby is healthy, so I really can’t complain.
I’ll let you know in about 6 weeks what my conclusion is on the subject.
