Tales Of An Expectant Dad: Week 33

27guido_bats-superJumboOn November 5th 2012, my wife gave birth to our first child. During the pregnancy I decided that I would write about the experience. Every week since I have documented all of the events that took place throughout this time, along with my thoughts on them. Now that I can confirm that our baby is happy and healthy, I will share those thoughts with you.

Week 33 – A Walking Sausage

Summer is officially over and that is officially bad news for Jessica. Not just because she doesn’t want the summer to end, but also because she now needs an entirely new wardrobe. All summer she was rocking capris with flowy shirts while wearing flip flops. Sure things were getting tighter but she had a good amount of things that she can wear on a regular basis. Well now it’s too cold for her current array of clothes and all she has for cold weather are pre-pregnant clothes. I think it goes without saying that those items are no longer an option. Before going to her mother’s she squeezed into the only pair of jeans that she could button. These things were so tight on her that the baby was pushed up into her ribcage and her ass was pushed out as far as possible (her words not mine). She looked like a sausage, and Jessica hates sausage, making this even more difficult on her.

Footware is an even trickier situation. Jessica has cruised through the last 6 months on little more than flip flops. She hates closed shoes and sandals don’t get tighter if your feet swell up. Well now it is too cold for flip flops and Jessica’s feet have ballooned to a point where they are (dare I say) sausage-like. So here I am, putting Jessica’s shoes on her feet (she has a hard time reaching), opening up the laces on her biggest pair of sneakers, and squeezing them on her so that we can head out. I rarely say this, but I hope we are going shopping soon.

Physically Jess just doesn’t feel good very often. She is achy a lot and gets dizzy more than I’d like. She knows she needs sleep but her body, and sometimes the baby’s, just won’t let her. It is as if her internal clock is against her sleeping at night, which means she is exhausted during the day. It makes it very difficult for her to get things accomplished. I’ll never say this to her before the baby comes out, but her physical issues are taking a toll on me as well. I’m constantly worried that she is going to have another episode and am getting more and more paranoid about getting calls with bad news. I’m not sleeping, I’m feeling achy myself and I’m starting to gain weight. As my uncle (a father of three and grandfather of 8) told me, stress impacts everything. I’m certainly stressed and I don’t feel good. Yes, the weight gain is due to eating more and can be pushed aside as sympathy weight, but I have developed some bad habits and I need to take control of them soon. After fighting it for a while I have to give in and agree with my wife. It is time for the baby to come out.

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