This is going to be nothing but an incoherent rant, so feel free to ignore it or send me drugs.
So my little baby boy is due to scream his way out of my body in 5 weeks.
FIVE WEEKS. Motherhood. Impending. Oh. My. God. And I'm wondering if there's a condition called Pregnancy Insanity that can be the scape-goat for the state of my brain, and my behaviour... I'm making quiches, I'm cleaning ceilings, I'm getting upset over things that wouldn't in "normal" life upset me, it's as if I wake up and can actually smell a cloud of crazy-horomones circling around my face, tempting me to have another mood swing that leaves my husband staring at me blankly out of fear of what to do next.
Fortunately my body isn't letting me over-do anything, mainly because my body isn't letting me be in any one position for more than 10 minutes or so, and is forcing me to lay down quite a lot. Which is good. Maybe I'm supposed to be insane so that my the time I go into labour I don't *care* how much it hurts since I just want him to be *here* already.
But I'm also going to miss being pregnant, as hard as it's been on my body. Right now he's just mine, I'm his cocoon, I'm giving him absolutely everything he needs in this universe. Pretty soon I'll have to share him. I won't feel him rolling and kicking anymore, and it's such a private, gorgeous, intimate feeling that I think I'll be sad when it goes... I know it will be replaced by other fabulous things, like being able to kiss him and love on him and watch him grow and see him smile and see his daddy holding him... funny how 9 months seems like for freaking ever until I start talking about it this way, and now it feels like it hasn't gone on long enough and I wish he could wait an extra month or so.
Fickle? Me? Never.
I just want at least one person to tell me that in their final month of pregnancy they felt totally insane as well, like their bodies have absolutely taken over everything and you felt like you couldn't control anything, like you felt like a dork for having to ask for help to get things off the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, like you couldn't wait for it to be over while at the exact same time wishing it wouldn't end so quickly, like you have to clean and organize the entire world, and like you've ony got 3/4 of a functioning brain...
My husband says my diminished brain power must mean that Philip is absorbing it, so at least we'll have a smart baby who can support us in our senility.