let me catch my breath!

I am officially beginning my NINTH MONTH of preggyhood today. My mom pointed this out to me on the phone yesterday when I told her I had 5 or 6 weeks left, and she questioned my accounting of the matter. I have been known to mis-count things before (remember the first due date miscalculation? Haha, good times good times) so she is right to check my math. May 3^rd to june 3^rd is precisely one month by her method of counting.

I am starting to feel more and more like a baby-vehicle instead of a person, and since he’s literally crowding my lungs I do feel a little out-of-breath these days… doc says its normal, and that he’s only slightly larger than average now. Mr. Little Le Sager is 5-lbs now, and I have heard he will grow a LOT MORE this month.. I asked my doc to show me how much bigger I would get by holding his hand out over my belly, and it just didn’t seem feasible. Maybe that’s one of the reasons they call this a miracle.

On Sunday afternoon we put the crib together and I got all emotional as we listened to the Winnie-the-pooh tunes coming out of the lighted musical crib-side hanger. This is actually happening, y’all!. I looked at my huge egg-of-a-belly, and then at the empty mattress and then again at my belly, and knew it wouldn’t be long before we saw our kid in that crib. .. and waking up in the middle of the night for him.

Sunday was also Easter Sunday here and Philippe had Monday off because of it. We bought 6 bright red-dyed boiled eggs and did the traditional wishes & cracking-thing they do here. Philippe’s wishes are going to come true this year, as his egg cracked my egg on 3 different occasions. And we were going to go to the church at midnight on Saturday night for the fireworks and chanting and candle-lighting processions, but we nodded off around 1130. oops. oh well.

As a side note, I was really struck by how easter is really a religious holiday here, no chocolate bunnies and egg hunts, just people at church all week and steeped in Christian symbolism .. blood and body and light of Christ and all that. I wasn’t raised catholic, so I wondered if it was just all the catholic ceremony that’s so foreign to me, or if it’s really different. Philippe said it was probably a little of both.