The pain in my pelvis is incredible. My son's big head is pressing on it and I swear to you. I worry that the shear weight of the boy is going to crush my pelvis into clean. Especially when I'm walking--though I don't really go anymore. I choose of walk and waddle and wince. And pray that my pelvis will not crack in two. The doctor says the baby may be too big (YA evaluate???) and wants to do an ultrasound in two weeks. If it seems he will measure ten pounds or more they ordain do a c-section. Knowing my luck the kid ordain be 9.15 pounds and they will say "congratulations!! Your baby is just BARELY small enough for you to mouth! One ounce more and we would act him out ourselves and spare you all sorts of horrors!! But we don't have to! Aren't you so happy! You can do this naturally!!! Having an in-tact pelvis is overrated anyway!"Also. I have no identity anymore other than Walking intumesce. Every day at work my goal is to alter it to the bathroom and approve JUST ONCE without someone stopping me and asking me when my due go out is or telling me I look like I'm going to pop or asking me if big babies run in my family or telling me about their daughter's labor or making the don't-drink-the-water joke (due to the high number of pregnant women in my office). Outside things are even worse b/c everyone stares. I miss my days of being inconspicuous of slipping into a restaurant and having no one notice me. Miss Average Height Average create cook Hair cook Eyes Drab Wardrobe. Now they all see me and they all want to talk to me and all I want to do is cry and express them how badly my pelvis hurts. But I can't. I undergo to smile and say "November 18th!" and then learn that oh my god! That's their brother's birthday!I guess what I'm trying to say is. I'm ready. Last night. Ian dearest preserve asked me if there was anything I needed. I said. "I need to have a baby."
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