The end is getting close!! I am so excited about the thought of meeting baby Cole! I get to be "in the room" with Katie when she goes into labor. I'm not sure if I'm ready or not for that.
I have done a good job at keeping my distance from Katie and not interjecting myself into her pregnancy. All of my co-workers who take messages and answer the phone can stop laughing now!! Okay, we do talk every day, at least 3 times a day on the phone. What I mean by keeping my distance is I haven't poured on the advice and I haven't gotten all crazy about telling her what she should be experiencing right about now in her body or telling her how to get ready for the baby. That's what all of those pregnancy books are for and some things you're just better off finding out yourself -the hard way. And to be quite honest a lot of the details of pregnancy have faded from my memory over the last 17 years. Not that the stretch marks have, those are permanently imprinted on my stomach, thighs, legs and butt!! Thank you very much!!
Just the other day Katie called me in a panic. It went something like this-
Katie- "Mom, I don't think I can breast feed after all!"
Me- "Why, what's wrong?" With all of the excitement I thought maybe her breast fell off or something.
Katie- "Have you seen what breast feeding does to your breasts and nipples??"
Me- "No, Katie, I didn't breast feed 4 babies. My boobs just did this to themselves! Of course I know what it does!! I was a hottie before you and your 3 sisters did this to me!!"
Katie will periodically call me and quote to me from the baby book -with all the authority and importance of the first and only pregnant human being on the planet-what size the baby is or whatever the important growth mile stone is now occurring in her ever expanding belly. I am always happy and relieved that all is well, and a little grossed out at the same time!
She is my daughter and we have shared first bras, first periods, the sex talk and we have talked about poop more than any two women should ever discuss bawl movements. So how come does my tummy do a little flip every time I think of her going into labor and pushing out that baby I so desperately want to meet??
Please, Katie do not take this as if I'm repulsed by the sight of you or that I think you personally are in any way gross. I'm just being open with my feelings. I have done a good job at pretending that you and Jake don't have sex… just like me and Daddy don't, wink, wink. Is pregnancy the final step to you becoming a woman? Is this the last bit of apron string being cut? Oh, I don't know! I can't even conjure up some overly spiritualized metaphor…. My stomach hurts now… Oh, Katie I hope I don't throw up in the labor room!!
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