BabyWatch2010 (no new news)
No baby yet.
I've been experiencing nearly constant meltdowns these last few days. I'll be okay, and then all of a sudden I'll start crying and saying, "I can't do this anymore. I can't take this anymore."
And Brian leans over and talks to my protruding abdomen, trying to reason with the tiny, sloppy, human inside who can't see us and probably can't hear us either. Nothing. Then I chime in, and there is often profanity. Brian says, "Not you, Fetus. She's not talking about you."
Brian has expressed his concern that at this rate, we could be looking at a child who doesn't even consider leaving home until he's 30.
On Friday, I was waiting for an ultrasound appointment at my doctor in Chinatown. There weren't enough seats in the waiting room, so I sat outside in the hallway on the floor. I was sitting and feeling incredibly uncomfortable and pained and sorry for myself when a man walked up and pointed to me and said, "Two!"
I said, "What?"
He said, "You're having two."
"No, just one."
He said, "A ten pounder, then."
"No," I said, "He's not that big." But the man kept insisting that because I am huge, my baby is going to be massive. I started crying.
I was hoping I wouldn't have to go back there. I was hoping I would be in the hospital by now. But my next appointment is tomorrow afternoon, and so far, I don't have a good enough excuse not to go.
I made Brian take another picture of me in my massive state.
Help!