Now that the nice weather is here, and the coats are off many people are noticing my baby bump. There is nothing like pregnancy or new baby to invite random people to start talking to you. And in my daily life there a lots of those such opportunities – on the train to get to work, in the halls at my office, or when I am out and about with the boys. The two standard questions always seem to come in quick succession
1 – Do you know what you are having? Answer: No we will find out soon enough. This is met with A) Wow I just HAD to know or B) There are so few surprises left in life that is wonderful!
2 – When are you due? Answer: September. What follows is usually a gasp, and “Oh no you are going to be pregnant all summer, it is going to be so HOT.”
I just smile and say I don’t mind, but what they don’t know is that I will be rejoicing to be pregnant ALL summer and you won’t hear me complaining one bit. Why would I embrace something that is uncomfortable, sticky and HOT with open arms? Because I know what the alternative is, and don’t want to go there ever again. With Monkey my due date was right at the beginning of September, but instead of being pregnant all summer long back in 2010 I spent the majority of the summer making daily trips to the NICU to visit my baby who decided he wanted a birthday in July instead.
I won’t be complaining about being pregnant in the summer;
-Every day I am waiting for the train to go to work on a hot summer morning, is a day I am not driving to spend the day in a windowless NICU pod – Not knowing (or caring) what the weather is like outside, but instead focused on the “beeps” of the monitors attached to my baby.
-I would rather change my wardrobe to skirts and sleeveless T-shirts then have to “gown up” in protective equipment to see my baby
-Driving with the window down or A/C on is much bettering then driving home from the NICU with tears streaming down my face after having to leave my teeny tiny baby behind again while I go home to sleep
-Putting the ceiling fan on in the bedroom at night is a small price to pay, if it means I get to take my baby home from the hospital when they are born not spend over 30 nights apart from my newborn
-A hot day at the office means another day of baby “baking” on the inside getting bigger and stronger
So when I smile and say I don’t mind being pregnant all summer – it is because it is true. I will take all the discomforts that may come my way to carry this baby to term, and you won’t hear me complaining about the summer heat along the way.
From ~ a preemie mom