Thursday, July 03, 2008

July

So this is it, folks. This is the month that baby is supposed to be born. At my 36 week check up on Monday the doctor said she was taking the word premature off the table and that when the baby was ready to come, she was comfortable having her come. GF and I spent the rest of the afternoon plotting how to get labor started--walking, drinking rasberry leaf tea, sitting on the exercise ball (which is suddenly the birth ball, according to all the childbirth books we're reading. Whatever. It's not like it was getting a lot of use as an exercise ball, that's for sure), which is supposed to open up my pelvis and help the baby drop, etc.

Then that night we looked at each other and said WHOA!!!! Why do we want this baby to come a month early? I mean, I'm tired of being pregnant, and my stomach, which was flawless up until a few weeks ago is suddenly covered in angry stretch marks and itches like crazy, and I'm tired of sleeping on my side and not being able to tie my shoes or rub lotion on my legs. But as One of His Moms put it, there are many, many reasons to not wish this baby out early, and to enjoy the quiet and peace of these last few weeks.

But here's the thing: my beloved ob/gyn is going to be out of town precisely during the end of my 38th/the beginning of my 39th week, which is also a full moon, which is when all. the. babies. are. born. DUH!!!!!!! So I either need to get her out of here early, or try to keep her in late.

So I'm walking, and drinking my rasberry leaf tea (which I really like, so no sacrifice there), and trying to keep the house clean, and buying last minute things for baby, (like that thing that pulls snot out of their noses) but I'm also finishing up my book: methodically tightening up chapters, rewriting intros and conclusions, deleting overly-emphatic italics, and adding in juicy bits (read incredibly catty, bitchy excerpts from letters--my research subject was a TERROR) from my archival research last summer. Today I'm going to try to fold in an amazing, anonymous tell-all from one of my person's personal secretaries. It makes Madonna look like a fun person to work for.

You want to know a secret? The real highlight of my day is waiting for UPS to deliver our hers and slightly-more-masculine hers diaper bags. Seriously. I can't wait. Mine is made from 10 recycled water bottles, so I'm feeling pretty smug about it. Hers has flames on it.

The biggest news of today is that we're finally sending in our second parent adoption papers. Unlike many other states, Illinois doesn't require me to surrender my parental rights so that my partner can adopt. They handle it like a step-parent adoption. And as of two years ago, they got rid of the mandatory (and expensive) series of home visits from a social worker. We had to wait, first, until we had enough money to cover the lawyer's check, and then for me to dig up my DIVORCE papers (when will my former life as a married Mormon housewife stop haunting me?), but I've got 'em, and we've got the check, and so that puppy goes in the mail today.

Here's a picture of me two weeks ago, before the attack of the stretch marks. Some of the many, wonderful lesbian mothers-to-be that I read have been dutifully posting belly shots, but I've been too lazy. So here goes:

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Margo at 34 weeks preg.

9 Comments:

Blogger Adriana Velez said...

Wow, look at you! How exciting. Those last couple of weeks can be so exasperating. Ah, enjoy your last few days of freedom and mental clarity. They will be gone soon enough.

Have you tried coco butter on your belly? It really worked for me. And while I'm recommending stuff, I loved the Lansinoh while I was nursing.

Be mentally ready for ANYTHING when you deliver. Breech, back labor, crazy 28-hour labor, whatever. You'll do great!

1:42 PM  
Blogger adjunct whore said...

look how cute you look!!! um, my midwife told me the only real way to get labor going is sex.

have lots of sex.

2:02 PM  
Blogger squadratomagico said...

Waitaminute. There's a tool for removing snot from babies' noses?

4:24 PM  
Anonymous New Kid on the Hallway said...

I don't know whether to laugh that squadrato didn't know about the snot remover thing (that looks like a mini-turkey baster kind of device), or worry about the fact that I did know...

Anyway, look at you! Sending best wishes your way!!

5:45 PM  
Blogger What Now? said...

Look at you! This is all very exciting.

And can I just say how amazing it is that you're finishing up your book? As in finishing finishing? So it will be quite a momentous summer all around!

9:36 AM  
Blogger Flavia said...

Aw! You look beautiful. Will be sending good thoughts your way. . .

11:14 AM  
Blogger R said...

YEAH!! COME ON BABY :)
Love the pic!!

10:31 PM  
Blogger Hilaire said...

YOU ARE AMAZING! You look wonderful - and look at you with the book-finishing!! Hurrah!

5:06 PM  
Blogger Adriana Velez said...

Yes, sex can really get things going. Much more fun than castor oil.

The aspirator bulb -- eh, I tried to use one on Jasper a couple of times but he wouldn't have it. It's just another form of baby torture IMHO, like rectal thermometers.

Way to create a cliff-hanger post. Now I feel compelled to check in all the time!

4:04 PM  

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