Tomorrow is her due date - March 3, 2011. But really, that doesn’t mean a thing because she’ll come in her own time. When it comes to childbirth and delivery, nothing is set in stone and almost everything is up in the air. There’s no method to the madness and it’s one of the very few things in life, that if left alone, is completely out of anyone’s control.
For a woman who’s closest family and friends have all delivered early, I honestly expected that I’d be the same. With that said, our house was deep-cleaned, my hospital bag was packed, and we’ve been ready and waiting since week 37. Leave it to this sweet girl to teach us patience in her own delicate way.
My favorite thing about waiting for her, without having the slightest clue as to when she will arrive, is answering the infamous, “When are you due and when will she come?” - along with all the other fun questions that come from people at the end. As if being her mother means I have all the answers - Ha! I wish! But, I don’t know why I’m the least bit surprised, since pregnancy in general equates a free personal pass. Just as a baby bump is round with no edges, people’s pregnancy comments, questions, and stories are bold with no boundaries. Fore-WARNING to those who aren’t pregnant but one day will be - be prepared for a conglomeration of delightful, helpful, uplifting, uncensored, sometimes rude, comical comments from the peanut gallery. So get wild and crazy with your food processor and a little honey and make you some peanut butter!
In my 9 months of pregnancy, I’ve learned to smile and nod, look cute, and just love people where they’re at, knowing that any unfiltered thoughts of theirs come with the very best intentions. And I will say, with as many mothers as I know, even though pregnancy is very much about the woman carrying the precious little one, it’s more specifically about the unique life within and their specific and unduplicated affects on Momma Bear. This truth is so easily seen with women who’ve had multiple pregnancies, each one with a unique story of their own because each of their babies are so beautifully exclusively themselves.
Just like with Marabelle - Belle as I like to call her - she’s already distinctively her own person in utero. For example, she’s always really active in the late evening, but for some reason tonight she is especially exertive. As I’m writing this post, I’m moaning and groaning as she kneads her body profoundly into mine and I’m thinking…”Wow, she is ACTIVE tonight!” Two seconds later, it dawns on me. My husband is watching the new Karate Kid movie and apparently Belle is aspiring to be the next Jaden Smith…SO not cool! This aspiration of hers will be totally fine once she’s out of my confined space - however, karate in the womb is slightly painful. But, since her days in mommy are numbered, I think it’s only appropriate that she’s making the most of her time by hosting Dance Party 5000. The luxurious pleasure of knowing she’s safe and active within me is worth any pain.
My boss told me the other day, the days of this Victoria are numbered, because once Marabelle’s born, you will forever be changed. So, if you’ve known me my whole life, many years, a few months, or a couple days, you’ll continue to grow with me. But if you’re just now catching me, we will meet this new woman for the first time…together.
Call it wisdom, a lucky guess, or mother’s intuition, but from the very beginning of my pregnancy, I knew light blue was HER color. If I would have known then that Aquamarine was March’s birthstone, maybe I wouldn’t have packed my hospital bag so dang early expecting a February birth. Here’s to her being perfectly her - our little blue bird, we cannot wait to hold you, kiss you, sing to you, read to you, dance with you, pray with you, and just love on you. You will undeniably ROCK our world and we couldn’t be any more excited.
And for any sports fans out there, if my father’s prediction is true, even after tonight’s loss to UNC, our alma mater ~FSU~ will be contenders in this year’s March Madness. Ergo…a Seminole chop —> GO NOLES!
:: victoria marie
No comments:
Post a Comment