Week 38 (+6 days)! I am still here! I am still pregnant! I am pretty ready not to be!
Biggest topic in my life right now: "soooo when do you think you'll have that baby?" I wish I knew. Pregnancy is a big lesson in "someone else is in charge" and so I'm trying to relax and not freak out about the fact that my life is about to change at any second but I don't have any way of knowing when. Hubs and I were talking about how it's like we have planned a trip to Mars, our bags are packed, and we've read the guide books, but really we have no stinking clue when we'll leave, when we'll get there, or what the heck is in store for us when we arrive. We're getting pretty excited about meeting our little Martian though.
I had my very last growth ultrasound on Monday with the specialist. Here's what I learned:
1. My baby currently weighs 8 pounds, 2 ounces....plus or minus TWO POUNDS. So my baby weighs between 6 pounds 2 ounces and 10 pounds 2 ounces. Isn't that such useful information?
2. I guess I already knew this, but I've definitely been duped. When asked point blank "do I have gestational diabetes" (yes I worked up the courage to finally ask this), my doctor responded, "Hmm, no, probably not." Let me remind you that this is the doctor I am seeing in addition to my normal midwives, and *only* because of the GD diagnosis. He then said "well, we'll see you next week for your non-stress test if you're still pregnant!". And I'll totally show up.
3. Nurses like cake pops. This is actually totally true AND useful and without sarcasm. In a fit of crazy on Sunday night I decided to make red velvet cake pops with green sprinkles for St. Patrick's Day as a thank you to the sweet nurses I see every Monday. I decided to start this project around 8 pm. I couldn't believe it when I looked up at 1 am on my way to bed... and then I realized the clock in the kitchen hadn't been changed for daylight savings and it was really 2 am. Nine months pregnant fail.
Okay, I do believe I promised you a highly scientific experiment. I've been waiting for this moment ever since August. Let's put this fruit ridiculousness to the test, shall we?
I'm officially insane. But so is Tiffany, and she fed my crazy inspired me.
From: "Baby O'" (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Date: Wed, Mar 2, 2011 5:19 pm
To: "Hubs" (email@example.com)
My mom is insane. Seriously. She read that some other soon-to-be momma had reserved a gmail account for their in-utero kid and she couldn't let me NOT have my own. I can't believe firstname.lastname@example.org was taken though. She really should have gotten on that awhile ago.
----- Reply message -----
Date: Wed, Mar 2, 2011 at 8:34 PM
Subject: Re: :)
To: Baby O'
Your mother may be crazy but she's the only one you'll ever have, and someday you'll be glad that you have such a sweet gmail address. That is, unless email is as archaic as a typewriter by the time you enter the digital world and you communicate through the Apple-i-thought-texter-transponder implanted in your ear in a shorthand acronym language that only people under 16 understand. Either way, Google will probably run the world by then so it will be good to have an id that your parents can identify as yours. Good job mom.
*The last two words of the above email may or may not have turned me into a sappy crying preggo mess while at work.*
You know something must be wrong for this post to be picture-less. Week 37 has knocked me on my butt, but I can't blame it on pregnancy. I can probably blame it on one of many, many, many patients who come into my office every day coughing and sneezing and saying "I almost canceled because I'm feeling so sick". It was one of those lovely people who gave me one of the worst colds I have EVER had. I'll spare you the details, but just know that they are NOT pretty. It takes a lot to make me stay home from work; I've actually never taken a sick day before, but this week I took two and a half. I've been on the couch with my kleenex, my water bottle, and my schnauzer enjoying a hacking cough since Tuesday. And you can be happy that I spared you a picture of that!
So the name of the game has been hydration, napping, and praying that baby stays put until I have a bit more energy to go into labor. If the whole party started now, this pro-natural birth momma would be signing up for an epidural at the very first chance. Actually, I'd go straight for the c-section.
Looking on the bright side of this week for a moment:
1. We had a birth class at my yoga center on Sunday, which was so awesome. My husband gets 100 points for coming with me. The instructor brought us through a lot of the poses that we've been doing in prenatal yoga, but showed the husbands/partners how they could support us in the poses or apply counterpressure and massage while we were in them. We got instruction on some new poses as well, and it was great for hubs to see them so he can help me to remember some different things to try.
2. I finally had a conversation with one of my three offices and let them know that I won't be returning to work after the baby arrives. This is SUCH a huge weight off of my shoulders, and they were surprisingly really supportive of my decision. I'll write more about this decision later, but my plan is to work three days a week after baby. Finding a part-time work schedule has been a dream of mine forever.
3. Speaking of working three days a week, I think we found a nanny! I don't want to jinx this until it's finalized, but I'm really hopeful that the third time will be the charm here (we've had two wonderful nanny possibilities almost- and then not- work out for us).
4. In the self-esteem category, laying on the couch for three full days apparently does the trick in making ugly shrek-like cankles go away. I could stare for hours at my ankles- they are back! They'll probably disappear again once I go back to work next week, but I'm enjoying them while I can. Also, at my midwife appointment this morning I was down three pounds. I'm not sure if that's because of less swelling or the fabled late third trimester weight drop (my mom says it happened to her). Anyways, my total was up to 37 but is now back down to 34. Since we've hit 38 weeks and I'm actually starting to feel a little bit better, they started me on evening primrose oil capsules and red raspberry leaf tea.
5. You're not missing much with the fruit photo, and I'm happy to be skipping out on swiss chard. I mean, come on. Instead, enjoy this schnauzer. Baby O' is approximately one-quarter the size of this not-so miniature schnauzer.
Duncan says, "Thanks for the sweet new toy, Mom. Just so you know, I could destroy this monkey in under a minute."
Look at this AMAZING pillow that my friend Holly at Bijou Lovely created for me! It is going to be perfect in the nursery rocker. She is making a crib skirt as well, and I can't wait to get them in my hot little hands... thank you, Holly!
Having trouble picturing how big a baby is at 36 weeks gestation? Here's a helpful hint: just picture a Crenshaw Melon! Got it now? Wasn't that helpful? Ugh. I've really had it with these dumb fruits. To make matters worse, some of the baby sites are saying that Baby O' is now the size of a watermelon. And some are saying he won't be a watermelon for three more weeks. Get it straight guys. You are really messing with my limited mental capacity and my BLOGGING.
This is the week that turned me into a zombie. I'm having flashbacks of the first trimester, and the couch and I are becoming BFFs again. It takes all the energy I have to get through my work day, and then I collapse as soon as I get home. My feet are swollen, my head is constantly stuffed up, I'm achy, and I can't sleep! Can you imagine how tired my poor sweet husband is getting of my complaining? I'm even annoying myself! I'm waiting for the nesting energy to kick in... any day now, right?
I'd take a picture of my feet for your entertainment, but (a) you might throw up, and (b) I'd like for Baby O' to have a sibling someday, and I'm afraid I'd come back across the picture and never want to do this again. But I totally get what That Wife Jenna was talking about when she said she wanted to prick her feet with a pin to make them deflate. I have one pair of shoes that still fit (even sneakers are out), and then flip flops are going to have to do.
It's so fun to see all of your baby pool guesses- thank you! (If you want to enter, click here.) I am torn between wanting him to be here NOW, and wanting him to wait so that I can feel a little more prepared. I've truly enjoyed most of this pregnancy, but I totally get why so many mommas are done with it by the ninth month.
This weekend I did five loads of baby stuff laundry. I actually had fun washing our Bumgenius diapers, stuffing them with the newborn inserts, and organizing them in the nursery. Does that make me weird? I'm sure it will get a lot less fun when they're filled with poop. Newborn clothes have been washed and folded, and the bigger stuff has been hung up in the closet. I picked out two different coming home outfits for our little guy, depending on how little he actually turns out to be. The hospital bag is still not packed, but a pile has been started... that counts, right?
A big shout out is overdue to my weekly picture-taker. Do you know how many shots it takes to make a preggo semi-happy with the way she looks? There's probably an equation you could use, where you take the number of weeks pregnant you are and multiply it by the number of chins you have and then add in the number of things on your to-do list that you should be doing rather than taking pictures. But he almost never complains.