Just One More

I’ve spent the day in bed with my leg elevated to prevent knee stress. I’ve also been belching like a Yellowstone Park mudpot. I’m simply running out of room inside. Whenever I eat anymore (and I’ve always consumed small meals), hunger is alleviated but quickly followed by a feeling of bloating, discomfort, and gas. (No heartburn, thankfully!) I’m not complaining; this is part of gestation. I’ve passed the hours by gluing photos into my pregnancy journal and updating entries, writing thank-you notes, and reading. Husband fetches anything I ask for. He’ll be cooking tonight.

This year I’ve been notably disinterested in my birthday, which is today. I’ve received several cards and some gifts, which I appreciate. Yet when people have asked if I made any special plans, the answer has been no. This natal anniversary suddenly seems irrelevant. I’ve become focused on another birthday, and mine pales in comparison.

For the first time in my life, I’ve felt to respond with, “What’s the big deal? It’s just another year.”

I feel odd!

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10 Comments on “Just One More”

  1. Cherati Says:

    A very happy birthday to you! And congratulations on your upcoming new arrival.

    I was lead to your site from a comment you made regarding my West Wing posting on 43 Things. I am not normally into reading people’s blogs – it sort of feels like I’m reading someone’s diary – but yours is very interesting. I think we are probably close to the same age (I’ve all of a sudden become obsessed with age) and it is nice to read about someone with a similar mindset.

    Feel better and remember that your birthday is just as important as the child’s that you will soon celebrate.

  2. Karen Says:

    It’s the feeling of evenness, perhaps, this feeling of oddness!

  3. Fran aka Redondowriter Says:

    Happy birthday, Kathryn. Sorry you are off your feet, but it won’t be all that much longer now. Thinking of you.

  4. marta Says:

    OH MY GOD it is your birthday and I am the most forgetful friend ever. (I will run screaming around building now…please wait…okay). It doesn’t help that I had several baby things to send and a certain someone who shall remain nameless (but you might now him–he wears glasses, a beard and shares a life with me) threw it all away. (That life he shares is quite precarious!) Sigh. Well, I will tell you that when I was pregnant, I burped and belched for HOURS at a time–usually at night. Horrible long seemingly endless belches.

    Happy Birthday!

  5. cicada Says:

    Happy birthday, Kathryn!

  6. Brenda Says:

    Happy Birthday! Celebrate the day that you were born which led to this beautiful little life inside of you being possible! 🙂

  7. GreenishLady Says:

    Happy birthday. Yes! The day you were born was a special day indeed. For you and for the little one too.

  8. Kristen-Marie Says:

    Hi, K,

    Thanks for your post to my journal. Yours is really cool, I especially like how you post what you are reading, fun!

    I’m supposed to read Cinco horas con Mario (Five Hours with Mario) by Friday, and not sure if I’ll get it done– they give us a lot of homework here, and there are so many other things to do! 🙂


    P.S. Your dinner made my stomach growl!

  9. donna Says:

    Hey, hope your birthday was wonderful. Sounds nice, Husband is well trained to be fetching you things! Take care of yourself, lovely lady!

  10. Chris Austin-Lane Says:

    Happy Birthday! In a few years, you’ll have to make a big deal out of your birthday, it’ll be inexplicable to your preschooler otherwise. But enjoy the intervening years, if you know what I mean.