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Put me in coach, I’m ready to play (clap clap) February 25, 2010

Posted by Erin F. Wasinger in Being a mama, Kind of unreasonable.

“BABY! Mama? BABY!” Alice points every time I walk within a foot of her. She’ll freeze mid-activity to thrust her arms up to my belly. “BABY!”

Oh yes, Alice. I know. It’s that obvious. Whole meals can balance atop my belly now, knickknacks perched on tables quiver in fear that I will make a sudden movement and shatter them to pieces just by turning around too close to the table’s edge. Oh, Alice. I know.

“We’re in the home stretch!” Dave says, one shoulder-punch away from singing “Put Me In Coach.”

“Rah-rah,” I deadpan.

Living with these two is becoming like one of the scenes from any and all sports movies with a message — I’m the girl on the boy’s team/ the waterboy turned quarterback/ a player on the team with the grungy jerseys up against the all-white-clad semi-pro team. “Chariots of Fire” plays as I stand up — mainly because it’s impressive each and every time I prove I can still stand up without grunting — and the ghost of Walt Disney himself cries a little bit when he sees a success story like this one slip away from his namesake studio’s grip.

I am 30 weeks pregnant, and I’m every bit the underdog here.

Every time I refresh my Facebook feed, someone else has had a very cute, very not-mine baby.

Every time I roll over in the middle of the night, some bones whose names I undoubtedly knew for 23 minutes between cramming and filling in the bubble on some anatomy test grind together or pop, and my stomach does this lurching (sexy!) motion as I snuggle back into the pillows.

Each morning for the last week or so, the baby’s woken me up at 4 a.m. for some quality bounce house fun time. Cute for 2 minutes, yes. Tiring by 6:45 a.m., very.

And every time I reiterate this to Dave, he reminds me with a smile that “we’re in the home stretch!”

“We’re in the home stretch!” SMILE! Shoulder punch! “Come on! Cheer up! Less than 10 more weeks now! Home stretch!”

I was always more of a quiz bowl type of girl myself. I don’t speak “home stretch.” But isn’t his optimism darling?



1. Nicole - February 26, 2010

Just to make you smile… because you’ll think I’m crazy… I love your belly!! You’ve had the cutest belly since you were, like, 16 weeks pregnant!

2. erinfrances - February 26, 2010

You’re right — I do think you’re crazy!! šŸ™‚

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