It’s going to become my new motto or catchphrase or subtitle or SOMETHING.
There is nothing simple about this pregnancy – fine. That’s something I accepted loooooong ago. Whatever. Getting here wasn’t easy – why should pregnancy be easy?
But I thought there was at least one thing, one aspect that I could count on being easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy: my due date.
Not that a due date means anything in the long run, but it’s a question I’m frequently asked, so having a date to spit out has been nice.
Before the doctors got their hands on my pregnancy, my due date was Feb. 14. Then my RE determined – using all my monitoring and treatment dates – that my due date was Feb. 13. Fine. That was a ridiculously accurate date thanks to bloodwork and such, so I’ll take it. No one has argued in the 10 weeks or so since.
Till yesterday. Apparently the specialists have bumped up my due date. It’s now Feb. 11. Which means I’m 17 weeks tomorrow. They did it without telling me, and the nurses at the OB’s office were also confused.
I give up.
I’m due in February. I hope to make it to January. Let’s not talk about December.
But how far along am I? Far enough to feel like a stuffed turkey, otherwise known as pregnant. Far enough to be wishing for restful sleep that doesn’t have me reaching for an ice pack first thing in the morning instead of coffee. Or breakfast.
Also, I’ve made it far enough to already be jaded by the aches and pains. After all I’ve been through, after all I’ve seen others been through, and after all the praying I’ve done for friends who are still fighting infertility – I’m far enough to have reached the point where aches and pains are my constant foe, and my time is spent trying to figure out how to make it from Point A to Point B without looking like it’s The Hardest Thing Ever and sounding like a 500-pound fat man trying to shit a brick.
No, my rapidly changing body doesn’t make me for even one nanosecond (that’s real, right?) regret or wish away this pregnancy. And to be perfectly honest, part of why I don’t bitch and moan out loud as much as I do in my head because I know it’s only going to get worse from here.
But at the end? And what keeps me from cursing these aches and pains rather than just complaining about them? At the end of this long, hard road will be the sweetest, cuddliest, smell-goodiest tiny people I can stare at and touch and just simply share air with.
Once I get to Point B, get comfortable, get my feet up, maybe get my ice pack in place on my back and my water cup positioned on my belly, that’s when the reality behind the aches and pains hits me – that’s when I smile.
I always knew you’d be an adorable pregnant lady
When I got pregnant I thought my due date was two weeks later than it really was. I remember the moment I was looking at a calendar and realized I had calculated wrong and I was distraught for some reason. I had it set in my mind that I would have a Valentines Baby. Not sure why.
Then I was happy that it meant I’d meet my baby sooner. She showed up 1 day after my corrected due date.
oh, you’re still so tiny. 😛 you look great, but you’ll get used to the aches and pains, or something. in any case, the rest of your pregnancy is going to fly by.
you look beautiful.
I love your picture, you are glowing and radiant! You and Anne are about the same tummy wise.
You are glowing and radiant. This picture makes me smile, and warms my heart.
GORG!
Well, 2/13 is my BFF’s birthday and 2/11 is my husband’s, so I like them both
With my first pregnancy, my due date was March 21st, based on my LMP. I was pretty sure I knew the exact day I concieved too, based on houseguests and illness and, well, stuff. When I went in for my 10 week ultrasound, I got a new date, based on size that was TWO weeks later. It sucked, but it ended up being pretty accurate.
You are a GORGEOUS pregnant lady
aww- love this pic!
Love you! Love the pictures! Love the trips! You look farther along at 17 weeks than I do now at 24 weeks, so no wonder you’re feeling the aches and the pains. Seriously, these back pains are NO JOKE. It made me laugh, cuz as I read this I was lying with an ice pack on my back!
You look fabulous! I can’t wait to see you in person soon!
Wonderfully beautiful!!
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Holy crap. There are 3 babies in you! This is not new news but is still shocking. And you’re adorable by the way!
You are so stinking cute.
And what a beautiful smile it is.
You look awesome! I remember those aches & pains. I can only imagine what it’s like having them x 3!
Aww! You look fabulous!
You rock that belly! You are one hawt momma.
You look amazing! ♥
Oh, you are so beautiful! 2/11 is my husbands adn 2/14 is my moms birthday! GREAT DATES! I’m 2/3 – so perhaps I’ll get lucky! LOL
You look gorgeous! Have a safe trip to the homeland, the true birthplace of aviation, this weekend!
My son was due March 27 at was born Feb 8. Due dates don’t mean much to babies either, so I’d just stick with “sometime in early Feb”.
Crossing ALL appendages that those babies hang in there til January!!!
You look like you were MADE to be pregnant! Gorgeous! And very very few people can relate to the pain and discomfort of a triplet pregnancy so hats off to you, I’m sure it isn’t easy! have a safe trip!
You look great!