Thank god today is a bank holiday/partial staffing day, because I am a baggy-eyed pregnant zombie this morning. We had the most wonderful weekend up in Massachusetts – my mother went all out and threw us a co-ed tailgating themed baby shower, complete with football toss and cornhole competitions, a life-sized fathead of Tom Brady, and a bunch of our family and friends.
The overriding theme of this pregnancy for me is how often I’ve felt like I’ve been hit by a bus. When I found out I was pregnant, I walked around numb for days (weeks?), feeling like I had been hit by a bus, emotionally. Was it for real? Would there be a heartbeat? We had been waiting so long, and it seemed so surreal… and because I kept steeling myself for something to go wrong, it took me weeks and weeks to accept it and get really excited about it.
Then, over the summer, with the anemia and debilitating exhaustion, I simply felt like I had been hit by a bus. A double-decker bus. Each day. Repeatedly. Stupid bus.
And this weekend seeing how happy and excited our families are, and seeing so many of our friends (some for the first time since we found out) was wonderful in and of itself. And then when we got home last night, we sorted through all the gifts, and got to linger over each onesie and flip through each baby book and read the directions on baby monitors and marvel over how tiny infant diapers are… it was incredible, and I have been completely whalloped by the collective generosity of our People. It may seem obvious, but damn, the bus hit is much easier to take when all your People are on it, and the bus is made out of receiving blankets, binkies and boppies.
(For the record, this baby now has about 20 Red Sox outfits, 10 Patriots outfits, 1 Celtics outfit, and 1 adorable pair of maroon BC overalls with a coordinating white polo shirt waiting for him. Oh, and if you count bowling as a sport, then we can include the onesie that says “The Dude Abides”.)
My brother Tommy took a million pictures – I haven’t seen them yet, but I’ll put them up on Flickr when I do. For my part, I spent most of the weekend enjoying being surrounded by family and friends, and trying to make sure I ate enough. There was no time for pictures, I was too busy soaking it all in.