What's to Come..

I really did write about Budapest, but since I’m at the beach, I just have an internet key, and the connection is to slow to upload my videos.  So that one will have to wait for another day.

I’m officially 30 weeks pregnant as of Saturday, so that seems big. It’s not actually a milestone I guess, but to me it just seems like time is flying by. In a way this is good, because I’m excited of course. Mainly because I finally get to meet this baby that I’ve been baking for almost seven months, but also because it means I don’t have to be pregnant anymore. Let me just tell you, these women who say that pregnancy is so wonderful and they miss being pregnant are big, fat LIARS (here’s looking at you, Jessica Simpson). I have had a relatively easy pregnancy, but I seriously doubt that I’ll miss it. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in weeks, because I can never comfortably arrange my gigantic stomach. And every time I am finally about to sleep, the baby starts to Irish folk dance. Which I can’t complain about, because it’s sweet. But I have a strong suspicion that he’s going to be a night owl, so that’s going to be super fun. I used to try to convince my parents it wasn’t dark outside when it clearly was, so he comes by it honestly.

Actually, if it weren’t for the constant discomfort and backpain, etc., I would say that pregnancy was easy. Knock on wood. My Auburn roommate is a nurse, and gave me a maternity textbook, and it straight up terrified me. There were very detailed descriptions and even pictures of things such as hemorrhoids, infections, and everything else that could possibly go wrong. I’m not out of the woods yet, but I am very grateful that those things haven’t gotten to me yet, because they looked repulsive. Between that book and all the websites with all their “Things You Didn’t Know About Labor” articles, I’m not looking forward to D-day. Have I mentioned they don’t use much epidural here?? Apparently the Vatican says that women are to bear the pain of childbirth, so epidural is hard to come by. Guess who the Vatican consists of? MEN. I’d like to see those men do what I’m supposed to do. It’s amazing what women can bear, but men can’t handle. Paolo freaks out over a cut on his foot, but I’m walking down the street in Budapest with contractions (just Braxton Hicks, no worries) and feet swollen to double their normal size, and I’m told to stop complaining. Men are ridiculous.

Anyways, so I’m getting nervous for the labor itself, but also for all that follows. In other words, motherhood. It’s such a life change. From everything I hear, it’s the most wonderful thing ever, but it’s also a huge responsibility. The closer it gets,the more I think about that. Everything changes in life, everything you do, you have to consider another person. It’s strange to imagine, even at 30 weeks pregnant. I mean, technically I’m already having to consider another person, but it’s not the same, and the reality of what’s coming hasn’t hit yet. It probably doesn’t until it happens, I suppose. Growing up is strange.

Ciao for now,

Kathleen