*Defying all laws of time and space, the last month of pregnancy is significantly longer than the previous 8.
*All of the issues (nausea, sleepiness, vomiting, utter bat-shit craziness) that plagued you during trimester 1 will rear their ugly head yet again. Only it’s less charming this time.
*(especially if it’s your first baby) You’ll imagine each and every twinge to be the Start Of Labor and probably end up in L/D more times than you’d think only to be told that you’re not even contracting.
*After you have this baby, you’ll agree that nothing feels like labor except for…well, labor.
*Ending up in L/D and being sent home will make you feel more embarrassed than you’d imagine would be a logical reaction.
*Speaking of “logical,” you’re not. And you haven’t been for a long time. You won’t know how nuts you are until after the wee one comes and you realize that you no longer have any urge to clean the toliet with a toothbrush.
*Leaking pee will become a new and disgusting way of life. And you’ll occasionally think it’s your bag of waters breaking. It’s probably not. But, take it from me, get that fucker checked out.
*If you’re like me, the hospital bag you pack will go largely untouched, so don’t freak out. They’ll usually give you free ickle bottles of shampoo and the lot. Use these and then THROW THEM AWAY. Sure, you’re in L/D or Mother/Baby, but it’s still a hospital. And hospitals = germies.
*You will finally tire of talking about this baby because all that you can think about is how ready you are for this to be over.
*The fears of labor will quickly be replaced by the fears of never having this damn baby.
*Having wee feet kicking your internal organs and trying desperately to seperate your ribs from your spinal cord is just as charming (and painful) as you imagine it will be.
*Did I mention how off the rocker you are? Because you TOTALLY are.
*Once you hit 37 weeks, people will check in on you daily with one annoying question: have you had that baby yet? You may very well want to smack them.
*People will start snickering when you walk into a room. Presumably because you now look like Grimace. Or a Weeble.
*You will start to moan and groan every time you have to change positions. And you will be acutely aware of how dumb you sound and how feeble you now are.
*Try as best as you can to rest and revel in the attention people are paying to you right now. Because once that baby gets here, swollen and stitched up vagina and all, no one will give a flying crap about you. Just the baby.
*Your breasts are going to develop a mind (and body!) of their own. They will be equally as painful now as they were back in old trimester 1.
What am I missing, party people?