Dramamine Queen

6 weeks. I have never counted anything in weeks. When people tell me their child is 28 months old I feel like banging my head against the wall. Because you know what? That child is 2 years and 2 months or just over two.  Now I’m counting things in weeks. I cannot very well say that I’m a month and two weeks. Oh well.

Which means that I’m something like 34 weeks(give or take) from adding to the population of this world.

I’m excited but, also I’m fucking scared and freaked out. Not all the time but sometimes it creeps over me and suddenly I’m thinking about how there is actually another human being growing inside me and seriously it freaks me out. Why cant we just sit on an egg for a bit? Actually never mind I just visualised that and that was even more freaky. Plus we don’t have beaks so we would have to crack open the eggs with little hammers or big spoons. Humpty Dumpty come to life.  I try to remember that its not some freaky mad science but instead its something amazing and wondrous that’s happening.  In the end I get a child. Its truly mind blowing.

The part of me that is not thinking about scenes from Alien is excited and planning and missing red wine. That part of me is for the first time bringing out this woman who is already trying to do everything just right for her child. Trying to give them the best possible start at this thing we called life. I’m eating almost all organic foods, I’m taking all the vitamins and supplements I should be, I’m drinking so much water, which is a pain because whoa do I suddenly have to pee all the time. I’m doing yoga and light weights and meditating. I’m trying to keep calm.  Its funny how these are all things I should have been doing before because they are good for me but now I do them because they are good for the baby and I suppose me.