Yesterday I hit 22 weeks of pregnancy, which is both longer and shorter than it sounds. I feel like I can't remember not being pregnant, and yet April seems pretty far away. Even though it's only four and a half months.
Trying to remember how pregnant I am isn't easy, either. There's this weird thing that happens to months when you're pregnant.
Someone on the birth forums of which I am a part said that she was 6 months pregnant. Now, her due date is after mine. So I questioned this. She said, "Learn to count;
1-4 weeks is month one,
5-8 weeks is month two,
9-12 weeks is month three,
13-16 weeks is month four,
17-20 weeks is month five,
21-24 weeks is month six,
25-28 weeks is month seven,
29-32 weeks is month eight,
33-36 weeks is month nine."
I said, "I can do math, too. 22/4 = 5.5 months pregnant."
But apparently it doesn't work that way, which is why I always feel cheated out of that tenth month for which I do not get credit.
Because 37 - 40 weeks is month ten, darnit... and I have never gone under 40 weeks.
Mama is willing to buy lots of Matchboxes for the kiddo that breaks the streak... just sayin'.
Hi Katannah,
ReplyDeleteI just wanted to say that I am so grateful for you; as the moderator of a board I so, so unfortunately cannot be a part of anymore, I feel so happy and blessed that someone cared enough about me from the board to want to continue to make the effort to have a - if I can say this - friendship with me. It means the world to me.
So, thanks. :)
Brie
Brie, I followed you a while back to your blog from our birth board, and I've loved getting to know you. Your strength and beauty amaze me. You are a testament to combating the evil of ED and my favorite example of the courage it takes to fight it daily. I admire the hell out of you. :-)
ReplyDeleteAnd you're a fantastic mama and a really neat lady. I cried copiously when you said farewell to Kendall and it still tears me up when your post is revisited.
Please do me the honor of considering me a friend. I love surrounding myself with kickass women. You fit the bill.
Love,
Suzanne