The Countdown Begins: 36 Weeks, 2 Days

Tuesday, November 10, 20009

I have only 26 more days to go (according to my due date) and that means I have less than 8 working days left. Right now I'm sitting at my desk at work alone in my office just thinking of what's going to happen in just a few weeks. Well, I have off tomorrow because it's Veterans Day. Then I have Thursday, Friday, and next week will be a blue. Monday is a sonogram appointment - so that means I work a half a day. Tuesday is my baby shower at work. Wednesday is another doctor's appointment for my 37th week. And then Thursday and Friday, and then I'm finished! How crazy is that?

I'm in a good mood lately because I know what's coming up very soon now - BABY! Danny is visiting DC also very often and that makes me the most happy. There's nothing like having your loving partner there for you, through thick and thin, when you're sick, when you're not feeling your happiest or prettiest or best. I love when he's there - as long as he's not SLEEPING!

Well, I can't believe how big my stomach got. I'm a little nervous though because when I was in the hospital for possible flu scare a few weeks ago (34 weeks) I lost weight and now after my 33 week appointment, I just had my first one since then yesterday (for 36 weeks) and I was 2 pounds lighter than I was at 33 weeks. That's scaring me because the doctor said that I will just gain it back. But that means I've only gained 13 pounds total now in my pregnancy. That just doesn't seem normal! That means that if the baby is around 7 pounds, hopefully everything will go right back to normal quickly, you know? That would be amazing by Christmas to look like me again! Or maybe even less than I was at the beginning of pregnancy. But right now, I'm worried about my child's health and hoping that he is gaining enough weight. He lets me know when he's hungry all right!

Ahhh, well, this time I think my depression is really starting to phase out in this pregnancy. Of course, the mood swings are still there! But I think I might be manic. Danny said it, and so did Tina, so now I'm getting paranoid. I am talking a lot lately, and really excited, a lot more energy, and I'm not as depressed. At least not as depressed as I was in the first few months of pregnancy. It's weird because I forgot what it was like to be manic. My sister jokes and says that my mind wishes my body could be manic, too. And when I'm finished pregnancy I should just come to her apartment and run my mouth like I do now and talk all of this crazy talk and then go home and rest. It is almost true, that's the funny part. I'm sure if I wasn't pregnant and going through all of these pregnancy symptoms I would be out every single night. Danny calls me "Manic Mary" and jokes that he wishes he had a normal pregnant girlfriend who was tired by 10 o'clock and ready to go to sleep. Instead, I'm ready to go out and do something and won't shut up until 1 o'clock in the morning.

God knew what He was doing when He made me pregnant. I figure it went something like this.

"So Lucifer, you think Trinity will be out of control forever?"
"Well, God, she is bipolar and we both know that those who are bipolar must suffer their whole lives."
"Yes, but she's been asking me for help and I could only come up with one solution."
"What's that?"
"Well, she's not going to like it at first, that's for sure. In fact, I think she will suffer a great depression."
"Ooooh goody! And then like everyone else down there, she'll turn her back on you!"
"No, I have much more faith in her than that. It will be tough for her. But if she pulls it through, she will have something wonderful for the rest of her life. Plus, I figure her love for Danny is extraordinary. They need to truly mend their love."
"Noooooo. I know where you are headed with this!"
"Are you sure?"
"Ooooh, can I do it to her!? Please. She's moving into the city's Sodom and Gomorrah right now, too. What perfect timing! She's definitely fail. You'll see."
"Well, I have much more faith in her."
"Yes, but she's cursed. She is BIPOLAR."
"Well, this is the only solution I can think of."
"I guess we'll see in the next forty weeks. When are you thinking of bestowing this upon her?"
"Well, it's the beginning of March now. Her mother's birthday is coming up on the 14th and I'm sure she will see Dan."
"Can I do the honors?"
"Of course, not! I am the Almighty."
"Pretty please????"
"No."
"Can I do anything?"
"Yes, you can watch for the next forty weeks while she proves everyone, including yourself, wrong!"
"I highly doubt it. She is pretty crazy."
"You'll see."


WELL, maybe that's a bit of a stretch. But I'm sure the conversation went something like that. And poof! A baby was made. And to be honest, this baby saved my life.