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Four More Weeks

Last September I had dinner with my dear, childhood friends Liz and Donna. Liz was in her third trimester with twin babies (her 3rd and 4th kids), and I recall that she was lamenting her overall state of discomfort. She had weeks left before she was officially full term, but Liz said she would have let the doctor rip her open that moment—right on a table in the middle of Panera Bread—to end her suffering.

Okay, those are my melodramatic words, not hers.

I was at the barely-there baby bump phase of this pregnancy, and I remember encouraging/lecturing her on the importance of carrying full term and the absolute atrocity of c-sections for the sake of the mother’s comfort or convenience. Shame on these mothers for wanting to rip a child out of the womb before he or she is fully developed, I thought to myself. Shame on them!

Oh…stupid, stupid Katy. 

Liz, I want to publicly apologize for my lack of empathy that day. How quickly we forget. Even “veteran” mothers like me forget the horrific discomfort of the final weeks of pregnancy: the aches, the pains, the kicks, the stretching, the itching, the sleeplessness, the swelling, the hormonal fluctuations. It’s miserable. So miserable that we seem to forget it all as soon as the relief of childbirth (if you can call it that) comes. The moment my eyes meet that new life that has been living inside of me, all the stress of childbearing melts away.

Until the evil nurses come in the room to “massage” my uterus.

Side note:  You more mature moms won’t remember this because uterine massage is a fairly modern practice to prevent postpartum hemorrhage. And it hurts almost as much as labor and delivery. Except I can’t say for sure since I have proudly enjoyed 2 epidurals.

I have started and not finished at least half a dozen blog posts about this pregnancy and my overall discomfort both mentally and physically. I haven’t published any of them because I try reeeeeeally hard not to complain when, by God’s grace, I have been allowed to live in such privilege when so many of my brothers and sisters around the world are suffering. But I also haven’t finished them because that would require a level of motivation I haven’t been able to find these past few weeks.

Y’all, I’m just tired. 

Mentally, emotionally, and physically TIRED.

The upside of all this exhaustion is that it has kept me from doing too much of anything. And I know that sounds like it isn’t a good thing when I have two kids, a husband, a house, and a blog, but it has certainly slowed down the contractions I started having over a month ago.

I’m currently 36 weeks pregnant (out of 40 if you’re new to this way of calculating pregnancy). Over a month ago, at my 31 week appointment, my lady doc routinely asked, “So, have you had any contractions?”

“Yeah. About every 5 to 10 minutes.” I was so nonchalant. Like she had just asked me if I have had any chocolate that day. “Yeah. About every 5 to 10 minutes.”

Little did I know that this particular response was a one-way ticket to Stirrup Land. Here’s a postcard from Stirrup Land in case you’ve never had the joy of visiting this wonderful place.

Four More Weeks

My doctor wanted me to visit Stirrup Land to ensure that the contractions weren’t coupled with early dilation and effacement.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand we just lost my dad. 

Thankfully, I was NOT in premature labor, but my doctor did put me on medication to slow down the contractions. I’ve been on that medication for over a month now, and it has helped tremendously. But I have a feeling this baby will not hang out for four more weeks. If a baby could sucker punch his or her way out of a full term, this one is trying that very thing.

Though I’ve been on a sort of self-inflicted bedrest these past several weeks, we did travel to Georgia last Friday for a fun-filled weekend of pampering, parties, and photos. I’ll fill you in on that later this week, but I’ll leave you with a few “teaser” photos taken by my childhood friend and fantastic photographer Bethany Corvos of Little Peach Studio.

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Seriously, y’all. Check out that baby blimp.

Only four more weeks (if that)…stay tuned!

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Comments to "Four More Weeks"

  1. Dona

    March 4, 2015

    My brother (God rest his soul) said that a pregnant woman was the sexiest thing in the world (he and his wife had 6 kids). You ARE beautiful! I’m praying for a safe delivery for a perfect child! Dona

  2. Susan

    March 4, 2015

    You look absolutely beautiful, Katy! I was thinking of you this morning. I was going through a box of “treasures” and found a note from you. You and baby are in my prayers for an easy, safe delivery!

  3. Katy's Mama

    March 4, 2015

    Love the pictures. Hoping you & baby can hang on for another week or two. Can’t wait to meet Her/Him!! It will be exciting. Love you!

  4. Karmen

    March 4, 2015

    You look fantastic! Praying you and baby remain healthy.

    • Katy in a Corner

      March 6, 2015

      THANK YOU, Karmen! We soooooo appreciate the prayers.

  5. Kim Jordan

    March 5, 2015

    Gosh, it seems like you just told us you were pregnant and now only 4 more weeks to go! You are carrying low…I bet you won’t go 4 more weeks. Can’t wait to hear all about it. How are you settling in B’ham?

    • Katy in a Corner

      March 6, 2015

      We’re settling in just great, Kim! Still have no pictures on the walls, but that will come in good time after the baby is born…and graduates from high school. 😉

  6. TwoPlusCute

    March 6, 2015

    You are aaaalmost there. Courage. Chocolate. Pizza! Errr, what else? Sleep?

    The photographs are great. 🙂
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  7. Kathy from Conyers

    March 6, 2015

    Breathtakingly beautiful–refreshingly well written!

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