As you can tell from the smiling in this photo, I am doing better than I was last week, although the first time I was writing the title of the post I accidentally wrote “Weak 34,” which I think is telling. I’m still much happier at home and prefer to be around a small number of people right now, but my aversion to being around lots of people has lessened somewhat. Which is great news because I still have two parties to make it through plus frequent third-trimester doctor appointments and I’m still taking portrait photos for a few clients. I’m trying to live the the AA motto of One Day At A Time because if I think about everything too much I just get overwhelmed.
I have so many frequent contractions I’m a little worried about going into labor before my C-section date of March 26th. This happened to my friend Ellen and she had to labor awhile before they’d perform the surgery because she had to have an empty stomach for her own safety. I’m thinking I should get my suitcase all packed up for the hospital just in case. Last time I packed two suitcases (one for me and one for Isobel) to the brim based off of suggestions given to me by every magazine and book I ever read. This was nonsense because all I ended up using was a toothbrush, hair brush, and onesie for Isobel. I only wore one nightgown and even then I only wore it right before we were discharged while Anthony took photos of Isobel and I. Between the catheter, weird leg wraps, IV, and blankets, I just wore the hospital gown. I have a couple vintage wraps and a few different sizes of onesies for Elias, but I’m not packing for a week’s vacation like I did last time. Probably the most essential thing to pack will be my phone charger.
Another reason I’m hoping I don’t go into labor before my time is that the hospital I’m giving birth in is a few towns away, and being into labor during the 30 minute drive, much of it on the freeway, was a special sort of hell. My surgery is scheduled for first thing in the morning so we’re dropping Isobel off with grandparents the night before so we can arrive at 5:30 in the morning for check-in. I keep saying this is the only surgery I’ve ever been excited for. The others have only filled me with dread, no matter how necessary. This one is great because I get a prize at the end.
At my last doctor appointment I asked how large he thought the baby would be. I am so huge even people I don’t know very well remark on it. A lot of that is just the fact that I’m petite and have little torso to spare, so the doctor said that he appears healthy but shouldn’t be out of the normal range of size, which made me feel better. I did have a dream he was so heavy I couldn’t lift him, though.
For today’s outfit I’m wearing my Tweedledee pants, a thrifted t-shirt and necklace, and a maternity sweater I bought to wear at work towards the end of my pregnancy with Isobel. I didn’t let the fact that it was maternity stop me from wearing it during the ensuing four years between then and now. This is the sort of comfortable outfit I want to wear every day from here on out.
The purse is an extra favorite of mine, and I bought it while I was thrifting with my pal Stefanie last summer. While I added it to my basket she confessed she was thinking of buying that exact purse for me and using it to wrap my birthday present. Months later the tables were turned when I spotted the perfect necklace for her on a thrifting trip only to realize she found it before I came back for it and bought it immediately. The purse itself feels like satin but the material covers a stiff fabric that helps the purse hold its shape. The icing on the cake is the little combination coin purse that came inside. It is one half coin-purse clasp wallet and one half zippered pouch. There is a wall built in that allows them both to coexist side-by-side.
Isobel picked out her outfit herself and I have to say I love it. It consists of a cotton flowered tank tunic, thrifted jeans, blingy shoes from her cousin, and a handknit sweater from internet pal, game maker, Sci-Fi author, demon knitter, and Anger Burger co-creator Sunday. Two words: pink tweed. It’s amazing and we still get compliments on it.