~ All about the breasts
This week marked our official launch into "baby prep" classes. The first of which revolved around . . . you guessed it . . . the breasts! I am lucky to have my husband back home in the U.S. so he can accompany me to these classes (and help me down the road with the loads of information I just might forget!) He almost turned the car around when I lightly mentioned the 2 hour length of the class but alas I kept him aboard with the promise of snacks I had packed in my purse.
First of all, I am really excited to breastfeed my baby. Medically and nutritionally speaking there are so many benefits for both mom and baby. I am still in awe over the fact that I will actually have the ability to sustain another life from within my own. I just think this is cool beans. I just hope I will have the strength, patience, and stamina to troubleshoot when need-be and to give it my best shot. Second of all, I am utterly in shock over the accompanying equipment a.k.a. the "breast pump". If these wild contraptions don't give moms-to-be the heebie-jeebies, I applaud their bravery. To me, they resemble some sort of Jetson family espresso machines or something along the lines. Luckily for me, I have a wonderful husband who is the utmost analytical type. He will research any type of machine/device/object for hours on the internet considering every angle of its existence. I simply don't have the patience so I'm ever thankful to have him by my side; my own personal "ultimate sidekick". Needless to say, we are winding down our options and are piecing apart the craziness to make some sense out of which contraption to call our own.
Much of the frustration surrounding all of this baby gear, from my perspective, is the fact that we not only need it to work well here in the U.S., we also need to be able to use it in Europe (since we live there half of the year). So we spend a lot of our time trying to figure out whether certain devices will be able to work when converted to the European outlets. Talk about a headache . . . My parents, however, got quite a chuckle out of the notion of me plugging in a breast-pump that didn't electrically convert properly. Funny at first but I don't think I'd be laughing when my breast-pump electrically shorted on me mid-cycle. Yee-ouch!
Moving beyond the breasts, I have to say I've really begun to embrace the feeling of "Hefty". And I am not referring to my kitchen garbage bags here. For the most part I've felt really great throughout this pregnancy. It's not that I don't feel great now but I am starting to feel the weight, so to say. My body dimensions are fast becoming disorienting. Baby has begun to have free reigns to jab at my ribcage. He also is getting so big that he is really crowding my prized stomach space. I attempt to eat smaller meals, more frequently throughout the day simply because the stomach capacity is fast becoming limited! And oh, the beauty of heartburn! I have embraced the Tums as though they are tokens of gold.
Moreover, the buttons on my winter jacket are becoming so much of a distance I fear that an attempt to button will only result in a large, menacing "snap!" I am crossing my fingers that this never-ending winter clutch on Denver spring will fast become a distant memory. I am ready to bust out my comfy skirts, lounging pants, and tank tops . . . c'mon SPRING! Another fun every day task would be soaping the feet in the shower and adorning my non-slip on shoes. There is no longer a luxurious pathway to bend straight down the middle, rather, there is sideways shifting and bending at the knees and all sorts of Gumbi type movements to complete once thought simple tasks. This baby is most certainly "moving on in!". I mentioned to my husband that I beginning to feel somewhat "ape-like". He agreed. He is not supposed to agree to these statements but I guess I'll let this one slide.
Three quarters down, one to go! (And we're not speaking football here . . .)