Ok guys - five weeks (give or take) and counting. I have reached the massively irritable stage of pregnancy. The extra 22 pounds is annoying, my ankles swell at the end of the day, I have painful contractions frequently and have generally lost my sense of humor. This is all normal and a clear indicator that baby is on the way sooner rather than later. He has dropped a few inches and not next week but the one after I will be on weekly doctor viists. I have cooked fabulous meals every night and have had a myriad of minor mishaps (twisted ankle, dropping stuff, messing up things I know very well how to do etc...). I have been up since 4am with racing thoughts. This is my late pregnancy MO - what a joy I am! Wouldn't you just want to rip my clothes off? What's that you say? Not really? Dang - maybe just maybe there is a method to H's madness.
H is irritable too. He isn't very supportive because he is stuck in his own head. We have just a few weeks until we constantly have a "milk shark" between us. He and I probably need to have a little "come to Jesus meeting" about that. If we don't spend some time, talk, have sex and whatnot now we are going to be hard pressed for any of that in a few weeks. H's response will be that he has planned a family vacation in two weeks for exactly that reason. I will be full term then, don't even know if the doc will let me go AND can't always wait for a vacation just to have a life with my husband. As usual, we see the issue from two totally different perspectives. His is the nirvana perspective - we can have a sex life if and when conditions are perfect. Mine is chaos theory - we can have a sex life in the midst of chaos and things may eventually level out until chaos decends again.
