Here I am. One week from month 8. One week from my LAST MONTH OF PREGNANCY!!! Holy moly crapoli tamoli. Who'd a thunk it. I'm sort of sad to think that this is it. Growing babies has been a trip (don't jinx yourself women). Yes, I have backache, and headaches and the first trimester was a living hell but compared to many I have had a pretty easy ride so far. I was worried about blowing up like a house but I am the same size as my friend who is carrying a singleton. I may not have the eggs for reproduction but I sure have the pelvic cradle for it!!
And then I think 'pregnancy is cool but motherhood - way cooler'. I see women on the street with their push prams and I get a surge of excitement. I will be a mum soon. I still have a babbling brook of fear that something will go wrong and it'll all be snatched away at the last moment but I use my life long training in denial to push those thoughts away. I had a cuddle with a friends very big baby last weekend and oh it was lovely. Sitting there with this smiley monkey, good friends, lots of laughter and giggling and happiness. I know its hard work but how can that compare to what kids bring into our lives?
So bloggie friends, here's what I need help with. I am scared of the c-section recovery. Not the actual c-section. The recovery. How painful is it? How long till you feel OK? Is it a really big scar? Is it a really icky scar? What is the hospital stay like? What is the first 12 hours like? Any stories or advice more than welcome.