Day’s Verse:
You yourselves are all the endorsement we need. Your very lives are a letter that anyone can read by just looking at you. Christ himself wrote it—not with ink, but with God’s living Spirit; not chiseled into stone, but carved into human lives—and we publish it.
2 Corinthians 3:2-3ish

Our son is due in a month and a half — that’s right, August 14, a mere 50 days from today — but because I continue to wear the same clothes, I keep having weird disparities between my mental image of my body shape and reality. I keep underestimating how much space I’ll need to squeeze between things, for example, so instead of just slipping through that crack, I find myself awkwardly caught and looking ridiculous. At this point I never forget I’m pregnant, but my mental image hasn’t quite caught up with this yet.

As a result, I think of myself looking like this:

When I actually look like this:
After 2

This is like one of those “What’s different between the pictures?” activities they have in Highlights for Children. Setting aside the obvious, like a different background (since I couldn’t go to Mt. St. Helens for picture #2), you’d be absolutely right if you said:

  • Tires
  • Gloves
  • Under-saddle bag
  • Water bottles
  • Katie’s legs are way less buff and tan than last year

But of course you’d really be missing the point.

I had my 32-week checkup last week and, as usual, the OB was delighted with the progress of my pregnancy and the baby’s health. She commented that my red blood cell count was unusually high for a pregnant woman, and attributed it to my activity — bone marrow is geared up for producing RBCs. She likened it as if I lived at high altitude. She also gave me some surprising news, which was that despite my having fairly severe scoliosis, there were good odds the anesthesiologist would be able to give me an epidural if I wanted one. I’m happy to hear that, as that’s a nice backup plan if labor turns out really hard and long. And last but not least she spoke very confidently about my rapid recovery and ability to resume exercising postpartum, assuming I don’t have to have a C-section (which, frankly, would be my worst possible birth scenario, but if it’s what has to happen for him to be born that’s what we’ll do).

In other news, I only have another month with Veronica and data2insight before I’m off for who-knows-how-long. I’m pretty pleased with what I’ve gotten done so far, and I think Veronica feels the same way. I continue to find the work fairly interesting and it’s nice to be able to actually see progress towards a goal. Since my future with d2i remains murky — not sure if/when I’ll return to work after The Boy makes his appearance — I would like to have things wrapped up neatly before I finish up.

Finally, in biking news, I have gotten three flat tires on Lucy in the last two weeks, luckily all of them either at home or near a bike shop. The most recent two were both in the front, on the old tire I was trying to baby along. After flat #2, I decided cheaping out wasn’t working and I paid full price for a matching front tire. At least that should take care of it for a good long time, since I won’t be putting on many miles after August.

One thought on “Disparities

  1. Ah Wonderful! I had to share the pictures with Heather. And being about a month behind you, I can relate to the first part of the post. Can’t say I’ll be posing on a bicycle any time soon, though! So happy for you – and inspired by your fit and active lifestyle. Glad to hear things are going well.

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