It’s October 29th. My due date is in exactly one month. November 29th. If due dates mean anything.
This is what my office looks like.
This is what the nursery looks like.
This is what my belly looks like.
And my head? Well, if you could look inside it it would likely look a lot like that office…
Husband has decided that this is the month he will get a cold and start snoring like a sawmill for the first time in his life. My dogs have become possessed and have started a nightly 2 am eerie howling serenade and I’m up every two hours on the dot, thinking, each time, I’ve slept through the night, cursing whatever food I last ate that is coming back to haunt me, swearing to never eat again and enjoying all of the new nightlife noises.
At least I’ll be nice and regulated for the upcoming nightly feedings.
Anyway, this Saturday my neighborhood friends, my sisters and my mom are throwing me a shower. My gramma and two of my favorite aunts are coming to celebrate. I heard there’s going to be waffles.
I can’t believe I’m attending a baby shower that’s actually for us.
I can’t believe there’s a crib waiting to be assembled on the floor of the room that used to be full of my guitars, computer, paperwork, CDs, notebooks…
I can’t believe I’ve grown an actual human being in my belly long enough that it’s almost ready to make a debut into this world where it can maybe try kicking and punching his father instead of my bladder…
I can’t believe we’re not even remotely ready for this.
And I can’t believe how much love and support we’ve received from my readers and the community on this next phase in our lives. I didn’t realize how much joy and wonder the sight of a pregnant lady walking down the street can bring to some people. It’s almost electrifying the way they light up in the presence of a giant baby bump.
“When’s your due date?” “Boy or Girl?” “How you feeling?” “How exciting!” “You’ll do great.”
Aside from the random man at a small town gas station poking my belly (like sorta hard) and slurring “There’s a baby in there…” I haven’t had many of those awkward ‘being pregnant in public’ encounters.
Want to touch my belly? Go right ahead. I don’t feel like it’s really a part of my actual body anyway. Really, this whole pregnancy has been like an out-of-body-experience.
Last week I was standing in line at the post office and happened to wind up next to one of my friends who asked me some questions, gave me some advice and made a guess about whether or not I’m cooking up a boy or a girl.
“Girl for sure!” said the woman standing behind me. “Look at the way you’re carrying. I’m never wrong. Girl all the way.”
“Yup. I think girl too,” said the other woman I don’t know addressing envelopes at the counter. “I am pretty spot on on these things.”
“Girl!” Chimed in the third woman, and the long line behind me perked up with their own thoughts and predictions and there we were, strangers making small talk over the mystery of this bump I’ve been carrying around for months.
“Girl. Seriously,” said the woman behind me again. “Really,” she said turning around to the next lady in line. “I am NEVER wrong.”
So I guess we’re having a girl then.
Yes, I’ve entered the time in my pregnancy that I’ve become a walking (waddling) spectacle. My husband has taken to calling me Gru from Despicable Me…you know, because as he explains, “Tiny legs. Big Belly.”
He’s also been known to make a few unwelcome comments about the new size of my underwear because, well, I guess he gets a thrill out of poking the bear.
But he’s not the only one who loses his cool around me.
My Little Sister doesn’t even look at my face anymore. Nope. She just comes straight for the belly with her hands outstretched.
And my mom just sees me, giggles and wonders out loud how I’m fitting into my clothes.
No, she hasn’t become any softer since this comment months ago…
But being a spectacle does have its perks. This week I took an impromptu trip to Menards to satisfy this whole nesting thing that I thought was a myth and the Menards guy loaded up all my lumber onto the cart and another one shrink wrapped it, loaded into the pickup in the pouring rain and sent me on my way, no questions asked.
Didn’t even have to lift a finger really…
That never happens when I bring my husband along to the lumber yard.
And so there you have it. The baby brewing news. According to the pregnancy tracking app. I downloaded I’m only going to become more of a spectacle, but in the meantime I hope this mess I’m living in will look more like progress. If you need me I’ll be doing random things like organizing my kitchen cabinets and scrubbing down the walls and wondering if I’ve gone completely insane because I am actually enjoying it.
The countdown is on! What’s your guess? Girl or boy?
Peace, love and holy shit only 30 days left,
Another lovely, warm post. so happy for you.
Yep, I’d guess girl or boy. And I’m never wrong. So happy for you!
It is good you have saved the nursery to do this last month that will help you pass the time by more quickly. Getting up in the night is just preparing you for later. Relax and enjoy this last month.
Well we know that its not puppies (my favorite line when we didn’t know what Gwen was)…I imagine a healthy baby…but look at it this way…no matter what people say they have a 50/50 chance of being right 🙂 So excited for you guys!! 🙂
Well Im going with Boy…….Not because of an amazing intuitive history of good guess’s but because…..Im a non-conformist! it will be wonderful no matter:-)
Love that face at the end! Delightful reflection, Jessie, as always…enjoy this time because – you won’t believe this – but you’ll blink and it’ll be over, and probably a year or so will have gone by. 😀
Only 30 days? The countdown begins! So happy for you. 🙂
Dearest Jessie, I hope what ever you get a boy or girl, this wonderful child has a lot of you and your husbands best qualities. Fills your heart and soul with more wonder pride and love than you have ever known. I am sure your are in love already! Congratulations!!! Words are not enough to explain how happy I am for you. Don’t worry about the small stuff it will all come together. Though we have never met, I feel as though we are friends. Thank you for including all of us in your journey! !
Doesn’t matter if it’s a girl or boy. He or she will be a lucky kid to grow up on the ranch with you and your husband.
–Autumn (who grew up on a North Dakota farm)
Good for you taking the welcoming approach to strangers wanting to touch your belly. It’s magical! I love reading about your journey.
Youre a pretty prego woman, just so you know. My feet never swelled bad but my face got really swollen, you dont look like you have that problem!
May God bless you and keep you and your new baby happy and healthy. November is a great month…me, my brother, and my wife were all born in November!
David, from Oregon