Sunday, December 31, 2006


That's how many weeks pregnant I am as of today. I can hardly believe it. Though TheGoodDoc had 32 weeks as her big milestone for me, I always thought of 33 as the real turning point, right from the beginning. I thought there was a nice symmetry to it--the end of the year, the easing of anxiety; the fresh start, the slow exhalation of relief. Three months ago, 33 weeks seemed impossibly far away--impossible that my misbehaving uterus could manage to hold on to Bat Girl for that much longer. Now, I'm greedy enough to believe, not only that I will be bringing a real live baby home, but that I can actually make it to 38 weeks. Where did all this optimism come from?

Coincidentally, as of yesterday, 33 is also the number of years I have now been alive. I celebrated my birthday by cheating on bedrest and going out to see Dre@mg!rls (very entertaining, I highly recommend it) with my husband. I figured it was no more strenuous than going out to dinner, which I've done a couple of times, or to work, which I am allowed to do once a week. We took a cab there and back, and the old ute behaved pretty well during the movie, but I paid for it when I got home with a major contract-o-rama: every five minutes for an hour, then every 10 minutes for another hour, then every five minutes again, then finally settling down to the usual 15-20 minute intervals after three hours on the couch. I know I've been playing with fire--I have stern instructions to call the doctor if I have 5 or more contractions an hour for two hours--but things always seem to calm down eventually. I just hope that I don't get so casual about it that I don't realize when I'm actually going into labor.

Anyway, the rest of my birthday was spent guzzling water to help the contractions settle down, dozing off in front of the D!sc0very Ch@nnel, and eating takeout Indian food, as well as fielding birthday phone calls from a few well-meaning friends who seem to have not quite absorbed the meaning of bedrest: "Are you doing anything exciting for your birthday?" But truly, I wouldn't have had it any other way.

You'd think that with my birthday falling right before New Year's, I'd be all about the resolutions--new year for me as well as the calendar and all that. But I've always sucked at making resolutions and taking stock. As I look ahead to 2007, my 34th year, all I can hope for is a healthy baby and the strength to be the best mother I can be. (Yes, it's starting to sink in: I'm going to be a mother.) That's quite enough, I think.

Happy new year to all of you. May 2007 bring you everything you're dreaming of.


Blogger Rachel Inbar said...

Happy birthday & congratulations on 33 weeks! Good for bat girl, hanging in there. She must feel warm and cozy :-)

2:35 PM  

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