Miss Me Yet?

I know, I know, I haven’t been writing much lately. Got one or two other things going around here. Love to tell you about it, but it’d be WAY too much information, and I’m going to spare you.

I’m having all these euphoric lovely thoughts these days about my friends and family. I want to send love letters to everybody. Is this a pre-labour thing? Or maybe you guys are just all really great.

I really don’t have that much to report. We’re at that stalled out last-week-of-pregnancy, don’t-answer-the-phone stage. Don’t answer the phone if you don’t want to answer the question, “Sooooo, anything yet?” And I don’t. Because no, nothing yet, and I’m really not that anxious about it, so let’s all just sit back and let this thing happen when it’ll happen, okay? Trust me, this baby will come out happily when it’s ready. I’ve been listening to this Ani DiFranco song (“Landing Gear”) about an unborn babe and just love the chorus, “For someone who ain’t even here yet, look how much the world loves you.” You guys are so cute, all excited about a new baby coming. I could just pinch your cheeks. Okay, okay, I’m a little excited too. Babies are great.

Oh, the latest in ultrasound news! So my most recent ultrasound added to the scepticism and did not reduce the cynicism at ALL. At 38 weeks, the baby is suddenly completely proportional with all measurements (head and abdomen) measuring 37 weeks. Is this a medical miracle?! Or is it possibly related to my earlier concern that ultrasound is highly subjective and not a reliable science? I’m going to have to say, I’m not planning on having any more babies, but I can really see how people get to the point where they’d want to do the whole unassisted home birth thing. Let me be clear here: I think that is a ridiculous idea, but I’m just saying. Medical science has me so jaded. The ultrasounds that mean nothing, the constant pressure and anxiety, it’s all IMO a product of our self-serving medical system. And it makes it impossible to discern if there is an actual problem, because everyone I know has had some sort of “problem” that has required some sort of intervention (i.e., an extra ultrasound, non-stress test, etc.). And remarkably, everyone is fine. I know, I know, sometimes this stuff is useful. Sometimes it catches problems early enough to intervene. It just seems there needs to be a better way to keep mommies calm throughout the process. Listen to me, all over-privileged and taking our healthcare system for granted. Boohoo SuperMommy, everybody is trying really hard to keep your baby safe. You poor, poor thing. Maybe you could find something more important to complain about, like the temperature Starbucks serves its mochas at. Darn things are always cold to me. And what's with gas prices these days? Douglas Coupland would shake his head sadly in my direction.

Well, I love you all. I don’t think I’ll be blogging again until after the babe comes, but you never know. This thing could carry on forever. Somebody get this baby out of me!!! Just kidding. Really.