Duxford Girl

As pregnancy progresses, dreams are said to become more frequent. I've always been a vivid dreamer so I haven't noticed much change in the frequency of my dreams. I have, however, noticed that I seem to have more recurring dreams on a nightly basis.

None of them are new recurring dreams. For instance, I've dreamt about tornados for years. It's a typical dream and represents great, destructive change as well as starting with a clean slate. That makes perfect sense. The birth of a first child is a great unknown and as I've said, I don't have a very idealistic view of the first year. I expect it to be horrible, worthwhile, but still horrible. Before pregnancy, these tornado dreams usually took place at my current residence but lately they've been at other places, like the dentist's office.

I swore that I was not going to turn my log into a forum that basically tells people that I have no life outside of the fact that I'm pregnant but that's unfortunately what it's becoming. I'm not alone, there are a steady stream of mums-to-be telling the truth about this journey in a more candid and truthful way than you'll ever see in any book or on any TLC show.

I didn't go into this pregnancy thing with unrealistic expectations. A lot of people are still surprised that I am pregnant (you can see the shock on their faces now that I'm slipping into my eighth month). I said for a lot of years that I didn't want kids and at the time, that was always the truth. In the back of my head I had this list of stuff that had to happen before I would consider having a child:

Well, I've reached the stage of pregnancy where I've stopped reading stuff about pregnancy and started reading stuff about babies and parenting. As near as I can figure, in several more weeks something horrible and medical is going to happen and at the end I'm going to have this little, tiny dependant to take care of that will be relying entirely on me for some direction in life.

I'm probably not the first person to theorize about this but after weeks of watching birth videos and stories I'm starting to wonder if alien abduction 'victims' are actually people who've stopped repressing memories of birth.

As I was out for my daily waddle today, I was reflecting on the cult that surrounds pregnancy these days. Probably the most irritating part of said cult is the hype about how little weight mums-to-be are supposed to gain.

Let me start by sharing my own weight loss story. When I turned 30, I weighed 270 lbs. I did not sit on the couch all day and I was able to walk up a flight of stairs without wheezing and running out of breath. I know that's a big disappointment to all the people who like to stereotype fat people but that was the score. Until the spring of the year I turned 30 I had playing rugby for two years (not well, but I gave it my best shot). During the off season I trained at SAIT in the Peak Performance Program with the rest of my team. Aside from that, I also worked out at the gym 2-3 times a week. I could actually bench press my own weight at one time.

I've noticed that people feel the need to comment on my Mustang of late. Usually, it's along the lines of “so, I guess you'll be getting rid of that thing now.”

Um...no...actually.

...one giant uterus for motherkind.

Seriously, what is he doing in there? It's like there's a tiny little marathon going on a couple of times an hour.

Blah,blah...sustainability...blah, blah...corporate responsibility. I need a study break so it's time to blog. Eventually, all baby-related posts will move to the baby blog, to be named later (the blog and the baby). For now, this will just be another boring topic on this blog.

After a bit of a nerve-racking wait, Evil Scientist and I received our amnio results yesterday. I would like to say thanks to the radiology people for getting these to us a week sooner than predicted! It certainly has cut down on the worry.

Although most of you who read this already know, I am happy to announce that I'm carrying a healthy, baby boy, due in mid-September.