I’m officially 34 weeks pregnant and now have 35 days to go until my scheduled c-section. At the LONGEST. Like I’ve said before, I could always go into labor early. I mean, some guy at the pumpkin patch actually accused me of trying to steal a pumpkin under my shirt, so if my size is any indicator, I think I may pop sooner than later. (BTW: Count that comment among things NOT to say to pregnant women.)
ANYWAY. The fact that I have a month to go made me realize I had better get my act together and prepare for this baby. I mean, where will it sleep? What will it crap in? How will I clean it? These are questions for which I needed to find answers. Not to mention my own recovery: Will I be fat? And how will I deal with boobs the size of watermelons? So today I ordered some crib sheets, a bunch of cloth diapers, a baby bathtub, a few tummy control tank tops, and my personal favorite: a shiny new breast pump.
For those of you that haven’t nursed a baby before, I must say, to be honest, it’s totally crazy. Yes, it’s nature and evolution and blah blah blah — but when you get down to it, it’s still a little being eating dinner from your boob. That’s some craaaazzzzy stuff, to me at least.
Of course, this time around I’ll be a seasoned breast-feeder. I know what to expect so there won’t be any unfortunate mishaps — like the time I spent the day away from the baby without a breast pump and woke up in the middle of the night with boobs so engorged that I was THIS close to asking Grey to milk me. Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures…Yes, I hope (and pray) that never happens again. Plus, by ordering my new portable Medela breast pump that I can shove in the glove compartment or my purse — I have some insurance!