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Ok. So everyone told me the last two weeks of pregnancy were the most uncomfortable and I didn’t believe it. Three weeks ago I couldn’t imagine it getting any worse. Boy, was I wrong and were they ever right!

Last week, the baby starting dropping. This is what makes the last weeks of pregnancy so damned uncomfortable. It’s even worse when coupled with harsh kicks and punches from baby, irregular contractions, gas, and my normal springtime allergies.

Last week I couldn’t imagine the baby dropping anymore than he had. Again, everyone who knew anything about pregnancy laughed at my naive statement and told me to just wait. When my sister told me I hadn’t dropped too much, I was shocked. How much lower could my belly and baby drop? I found out when I woke up this morning that everyone one was right for a second time. The baby could drop MUCH lower.

The term ‘dropping’ was a concept beyond my perception before it started happening. I had heard about it and didn’t think it to be a big deal. I also didn’t think that it could be such a long process. They don’t portray it on TV that way. I didn’t read it any book. From the information I had gathered on my own, dropping and labor are two things that happen quickly.

Wrong again, Carrie! My irregular contractions prove to the contrary, also. I’ve had them for a week now. On TV, women who have contractions have babies shortly there after. Not true. I think I missed the chapter on false or pre labor in all the pregnancy books. I should also know better than to take anything shown on TV as fact- shame on me!

All my moaning and groaning about pregnancy up until this point seems unfounded. Had I’d known it would get this painful, I would have shut my mouth. Conceivably, my complaining has not been groundless because I’m a huge wimp to begin with.

I still can’t understand how so many women love being pregnant. I love my baby, that’s not a subject I’m willing to debate. I don’t love being pregnant. I still maintain that anyone who does has had an easier time of it with a bing-bang-boom-baby’s-out-now labor or is just plain nuts. For me the process is being drawn out and absolutely miserable.

I also think that being pregnant gives me carte blanche to complain as much as I want. And I do. I think the complaining helps me to deal with the whole thing a bit better than I would if I put a fake smile on my face and only talked about how wonderful it is to gestate. I’m an honest person and I’m sure that’ll put me in a little hot water here. Oh well.

I am due in 9 days. I might miss being pregnant, but I doubt it. These past nine months have been the hardest thing my body has ever been through. When it’s over, you’ll hear me shouting on rooftops that it was completely worth it. (It ‘s nice to know that I will once again be able to climb up onto a roof) What I will miss is sharing my experiences and perceptions here on Theme Stream.

For now you will find me shouting from my desk ‘Get this baby out of me!’ Perhaps if I shout loudly enough, the baby will drop right onto the floor. I don’t see how he can drop any lower without dropping out of my body. Please don’t tell me he will either. I hate being wrong!