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3 Days...
Where did this whole "pregnant for nine months" come from? Everyone always refers to nine months when talking about the length of a pregnancy. There is even a movie starring Hugh Grant called Nine Months. I don't know how math works in Hollywood, but if you take 40 weeks and divide by 4 weeks per month, I get 10 months. How about you? And even if you take the 2 weeks of pregnancy where you aren't really pregnant, that is still 38 weeks. My math still gives me 9 and a HALF months. Just ask any woman who has gone past 36 weeks, believe me, Weeks 37 and 38 definitely deserved to be mentioned! AND considering that a lot of women go all the way to 42 weeks, that is TEN AND A HALF MONTHS. Even if you take off the 2 weeks at the beginning, we are back to 40 weeks- still 10 months. Where did nine months come from???
And lets go back to the 2 weeks of pregnancy/but not pregnant. If the doctors aren't counting those 2 weeks, then why are we still counting them? Think of that poor high school girl who gets knocked-up the first time she has sex. For the first two weeks of her pregnancy, she was a virgin??? Does this make sense to you?
Like I said, it must have been a man who came up with all of this pregnancy math.
Now that I have ranted, let me say that I am so incredibly thankful for a full-term, healthy pregnancy. As long as Jacob is healthy and continuing to thrive, he is welcome to stay a few more days. But, it just seems like a cruel joke that for most of your life, you hear that a woman is pregnant for 9 months. And even when you realize that it really is 40 weeks, when you hit that nine month mark you feel like you should be finished. But you still have a month to go. And then when you go past 40 weeks you start to go a little crazy (see ranting above...). All of the over analyzing of every little stomach twitch and gas bubble that you feel, wondering if THIS is the start of labor. It is mentally exhausting! Add this to the lack of sleep and hormone overload....let's just say that is a volatile cocktail. Ooooh, a cocktail....
Yeah. Take all of the above, and subtract the ability to sip on a nice cocktail to calm your nerves, for the past nine (TEN!) months...
Today, Matthew, Mom, and I headed to a local park that is located on a hill overlooking the city. There are lots of hills and stairs winding in and out of the landscaping. That and eating spicy food has amounted to a whole lot of nothing- except for sore legs and heartburn. I have a midwife appointment tomorrow morning at 8:30, so we will shall see! I really want this to happen naturally and without having to be induced, so everyone think nice, cervix-thinning thoughts, please. I know, I know, TMI. Blame it on the crazy pregnancy hormones. It affects my censoring abilities.
