Motherhood & Words

I know most of my recent posts have been personal, pregnancy-related ones, and I want to apologize. I actually have a couple of books on which I want to report, but I’ll plan on doing that next week. Pregnancy and parenting and tying up loose ends are all-consuming at the moment. Please bear with me.

To continue in my self-absorbed vein: I’m 38 weeks pregnant today. I’m still measuring “small,” and actually lost a little weight this week, which makes me nervous, but I have to remember that the baby was fine last week on the ultrasound. It’s not as if she’s going to shrink, right?

Other breaking news: I am extraordinarily tired this week. I just now finished the last freelance thing I HAD TO TURN IN before the baby is born, so I’m hoping to spend the next week revitalizing the art of the daily nap. I apparently need a daily nap because without one, I wake up in the morning looking like a washed-out 80s rocker. Seriously. There is something about the length of my hair and the bags under my eyes that, combined, make me look as though I partied too long on the circuit. Sadly, I’ve got the look without the lifestyle. The other morning, I walked into the bathroom and D said, “Where’s your guitar, Eddie?” I’ve become a female, red-haired version of Eddie Van Halen. This is not good news.

The good news is that I am thoroughly enjoying Stella these days (with the exception of the other night when she told me that she wished D and I weren’t alive so that so could go live with her Grammy. I had made her turn off Mary Poppins because it was getting too late and this was the ugly result.) But other than that, she really has been delightful. Yesterday, all three of us played Clumsy Monster, a game in which we take turns putting a blanket over our heads and running into walls and falling down. (Don’t worry—I was really careful.) I have never heard Stella laugh so hard. It’s one of the infectious, loud laughs—absolutely irresistible. She loves slap-stick and made us do it over and over again. Her other favorite game involves her and D walking toward each other backwards from across the room as they pretend to talk on cell phones. Then they bump into each other and when they turn around, they both gasp as realize they are father and daughter. The game sometimes involves other props (sunglasses for a better disguise, bouncing balls that fly everywhere on impact, etc.). The game always ends in a dramatic hug. Over and over again they do this as I watch from the couch. Who knew this could be entertaining? (I have probably not done the scene justice here. You’d really have to see it.)

One more week of work before my maternity leave begins, and it would be nice to finish the month, but I’d be fine if I didn’t. I’ll just clean the house (again and probably again), nap, and try to relax a little. Maybe I’ll even have a half-glass of wine tonight. I know, I know. I’m getting really crazy.

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  1. Melissa on February 22, 2008 at 6:20 pm

    Losing weight at the end is absolutely normal, as I’m sure your care provider told you! Nothing to worry about there. So glad you’re enjoying your last little while as a mama of one!

  2. American_in_Cairo on February 23, 2008 at 4:15 am

    I love your games with Stella – she seems so creative and fun, even if, on occasion, she comes out with those verbal stingers.

  3. Mardougrrl on February 23, 2008 at 2:10 pm

    I can hear that laugh, just in the way you described it! Sounds like we play a version of that too, kind of like a violent peek a boo.

    And I am so glad to hear you are getting your rest! I have been thinking about you so much lately…I have a little mental “Kate” countdown!

  4. ta on February 23, 2008 at 8:56 pm

    Congratulations on making it this far and on being able to enjoy your daughter so much. You won’t have her all to yourself much longer. Keep your feet up and enjoy those naps!

  5. Andria on February 23, 2008 at 8:58 pm

    Hi Kate! I loved hearing about these fun slapstick games. Nora loves slapstick too — and luckily my sense of humor seems to be stuck at the level of a 2 1/2-year-old, which makes me a comic genius. Don’t know what I’ll do when this window passes…

    I’ll chime in and say that losing weight at the end of pregnancy IS normal. It happened to me with Nora, and this time around I lost THREE pounds in my 38th week, which freaked me out, but none of the medical folks batted an eye. I think the happy ultrasound tells you a lot more than any weight loss in these last couple of weeks. You’re doing great, and we are so excited to hear about the arrival of your baby girl!

  6. **camera shy momma** on February 26, 2008 at 12:17 am

    go crazy momma, you deserve it! 38 weeks woo-hoo! oh and your little one sounds like mine loving the slapstick, although mine is more like some boyish mix of chris farley and that dude who stars in jacka$$. terrible, and scary when i think of the teenage boy he will become!

  7. Patty on February 26, 2008 at 2:40 pm

    I am so glad to hear you’re feeling fine and enjoying these last days of your family as a threesome! I can’t wait to hear about the birth of….”ol’ whatshername!” I’ll be thinking about you all!

  8. ~Denise~ on February 27, 2008 at 11:01 pm

    Look at you momma! I’m so happy for you!

  9. Lisa on February 28, 2008 at 1:25 am

    Oh, I’m so happy you’ve passed the 38 week mark! Nap and nap some more 🙂