37 Weeks: Er, time is sort of flying right now…
October 15, 2012

If I had to sum up what reaching thirty-seven weeks gestation feels like, I suppose I would point to an incident that took place a few days ago when I checked the expiration date on the carton of milk in our fridge and realized that I will have a baby before it goes bad.

Thirty-seven weeks = WHAT?!  HOW?!  WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?!

Over the past two or three weeks, my belly seems to have exploded outward (I forgot to take photographs this weekend, but I promised Charlotte that we would do so this morning, so hopefully I will have some to upload by the end of the day).  A month ago, I could not stop marveling at how enormous my breasts had become.

By contrast, last night I could not stop marveling at how tiny my breasts now seem in comparison to the planet strapped to my front.

I have also reached a point in pregnancy wherein people who encounter me in public react as though they fear I might drop a baby right in front of their very eyes.  They approach me timidly, asking gingerly when I’m due, relaxing visibly when they hear that I have a few weeks left.  WHEW, their body language says, THAT WAS A CLOSE ONE.

On that note, I spent all summer noticing my fellow pregnant women in public and commiserating with them over THIS HEAT WAVE OH MY STARS TAKE ME NOW…but it has been well over a month since I came across a woman as pregnant as I am.

They must all be at home eating fries in their air-conditioning, like any normal self-respecting sacred vessel incapable of reaching their shoelaces should be.  THIS, it appears, is the most significant difference between Baby #1 and Baby #2.  These days, no matter how badly I want to close myself up in the house and nest my little heart out and dine on fries, I cannot.  That three-year-old who shares my home needs someone to model healthy eating practices.  And, just as unfortunately for me, she also needs to go outside and play.  She needs to rough-house and shimmy up tree trunks and end each day so coated with dust and sweat that it takes a washcloth to see her true skin color again.  THIS is the work of a three-year-old – nibbling at vegetables, running around like crazy, playing until she literally drops from exhaustion – and even at my most pregnant I do not have the heart to take that away from her.

Our family is just about ready for this baby to come along.  We still need to install the infant car-seat in our family vehicle and I have a few unfinished sewing projects that I would like to clear out.  I still need to make a birth plan, to tidy our bedroom a little, and to make a decision about consuming the placenta.  And it probably wouldn’t hurt to blend a couple weeks’ worth of green smoothies and freeze them so that I have plenty of nutrients available with little prep after the birth.

But let’s be honest: we can TECHNICALLY get by without any of that.  We can put a baby in Charlotte’s car-seat and have Charlotte ride home from the midwifery center with her grandparents, even.  So if the wee one comes tomorrow, my husband might find himself blending smoothies all day, but it would all work out.

One thing is certain: sometime in the next five weeks, a baby will join this family.  And we are ALL very excited just thinking about it.


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  1. By on October 15, 2012

    wow, that’s some long lasting milk you have there!

  2. By Alicia S. on October 15, 2012

    I remember doing that with expiration dates too! So funny.. :-P

  3. By Sarah Christensen on October 15, 2012

    Yonina - I’m due around Halloween, but personally estimating closer to ten days later
    (hence why I count myself at 37 weeks and not 38) (I wasn’t keeping great track of my cycle because we were trying not to get pregnant), so technically I’m just looking at the milk (exp. 2 November) and I could have a baby later; I’m really just looking at the EDD v. expiration date.

    Although my husband keeps some dehydrated milk in powder form in our pantry and my guess is that THAT goes bad WAY after the baby is born.

  4. By on October 15, 2012

    I wish I could not stop marveling at how enormous my breasts had become. With every child I seem to lose breast tissue. How is that even possible?

    I know it’s vain… But I’m jealous.

  5. By on October 15, 2012

    Hang in there Sarah, it’s the home stretch and you all are doing great. I am so very excited too for you and for Charlotte’s big sisterhood. I’m a big sister and I remember my sister and brother joining the family and i suspect she will never forget it either.

  6. By on October 18, 2012

    I’ve been a looooong time reader (since you were pregnant with Charlotte) and have enjoyed reading all this time, been sad for you and happy with you and even encouraged to start a little family by reading your thoughts on parenting. Now I look at my little 2 week old and I CAN’T WAIT to meet your baby! Call it stalking, but I’m counting the days with you too :)


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