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The P Files: Week 30

My uterus is at 32 inches. I have no idea what that means, but the doctor pulled out a measuring tape at my appointment yesterday and stated that my uterus is at 32 inches, so put that in your pipe and smoke it!

It's been two weeks since I've written; mostly because of work, and selling our old house, and preparing for baby, and all the responsibilities of life that are distracting me from actually living. Still trying hard to put baby first and draw some solid boundaries at work. Which reminds me of a recent conversation between Jeremy and I:

Me: You know, I really should have done some work tonight but I'm finding it really hard to give a fuck.

J: Don't give a fuck, honey. Save your fucks.

Moving on.

I'm feeling mentally scattered and very tired. I need to s-l-o-w down. But, there's so much to do! So much to prepare for the baby! We still have things to unpack, and lives to organize! I can't get my mind to stop churning about getting things in order: house, finances, closets, office, bookshelves, you name it. It's suddenly VERY IMPORTANT to me that we get all our ducks in all their little rows. It's driving Jeremy crazy...but I figure if the baby is going to throw everything out of whack, I'd at least like to have things in order first. Sort of like making the bed 5 minutes before you get into it. Does that make any sense? It doesn't matter! I'm the MOTHER of this house now, and if Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy. Logic has nothing to do with it.

We went to a really fun Halloween party on Sunday at Sharyn's. While we were there, I felt my first Braxton Hicks contraction. It was so cool! My belly was rock hard (that's the first time in MY LIFE my abs and the words "rock hard" have ever been in the same sentence together). Now, every time it happens, I have to restrain myself from blurting out, "Touch my belly, you won't believe this!" to whomever happens to be standing nearby.

Tonight, I'm going over to Becca's to paint my nails and watch The OC. I can hardly wait -- I desperately need an evening of vapid television and time with a girlfriend to look at back issues of Lucky and talk shit.

I'll leave you with this pregnant lady quote of the day (from Michelle at Pass The Flu Bug, Please):

I didn't think I was too hormonal until I started to cry at the Charlie Daniels Band singing, "The Devil Went Down to Georgia".

Ladies and gentleman, that is what it's like to be pregnant in one simple sentence.

Off to work now. Carry on.

Posted November 3, 2005 7:02 AM | On This Day: 2004 2002



I think, I hope, you mean 32 centimeters. A 32-inch uterus would be the size of—well, my 3-year-old son, and that just ain't right.


I dont' think Michelles entire stomache measured 32" during her pregnancy, I would guess 32 cm as well, and as for Charlie Daniels band making her cry, I dont' think it has anything to do with Hormones, only the CDB, they have that effect on people, I know they make me cry, just like REO Speedwagon and William Shatner make me cry

You quoted me!!! :) I feel special, in fact it may make me cry! LOL Sounds to me like you are nesting... good sign that you are nearing the end. Good signs ;) I have to agree with your pp... if you are 32 inches then holy moly girl that is huge!

Hey I was hoping to come here and see that you had dressed up for halloween and had a great story to go with pictures. Did you do anything for Halloween?

I meant FEET. My uterus is 32 FEET. Stand back!

I guess I'm glad my BBQ Tofu could induce Braxton Hicks contractions? But it makes me a little leery of sending you the recipe...hmmm. Glad yawl could make it :-)

I really enjoy reading your stuff. I feel like you are a friend I've never met. I hope you and the family have a wonderful birth, and don't sweat the small stuff. Just stay healthy and be happy with your little family. All the rest of it is just stuff.
I'm glad it's not 32 metres.

Enough already with the worry! Don't stress out about having all the ducks lined up. All you need is a place for the baby to sleep and some diapers. In fact, when you were born we put you to sleep in an empty dresser drawer for a few weeks and you didn't even know the difference.