The end of the pregnancy road made itself known with lots of discomfort in these last few weeks. Those ridiculous Babycenter emails told me I was now carrying a 5 or 6 pound baby, but I knew mine was likely more like 7 or 8. He was making himself known to me with some ridiculously painful kicks to the ribs.
But life must go on, and at only 35-36 weeks I wasn't feeling like I should just hibernate for the last month of pregnancy. I took a trip to Delaware to visit my best friend, Carolyn and her almost one year old, Chase. The trip was a bit of a challenge to my dwindling energy level, but I'm so glad I did it. How life has changed since the days of sorority formals, power hours, and laying around chatting on each other's dorm room floors. It is so fun to go through so many seasons of life with wonderful forever friends.
Does this sweet pair look familiar? I also got a chance to see Brooke and her almost one year old, Graham. Brooke and I have obsessed over every subject from wedding program fonts to baby led weaning together; she's my kindred spirit. In other news, after I saw this picture I officially retired this non-maternity dress from my pregnancy wardrobe. Whoa there, hemline.
The next day I posted this picture on Instagram saying I was almost 37 weeks and kind of over it. I had been to the midwife again and she confirmed baby was still sunny side up. A few yoga exercises (cat and cow) and some things that spinningbabies.com recommended could get him to turn but only temporarily. I could tell as soon as he'd flip around because the rib-stabbing feeling was pretty hard to ignore. I was still really hanging on to my gut feeling that this baby would come early but trying not to get too excited in case I really had four weeks left.
My sister-in-law's wedding fell at the beginning of week 37 (I took zero pictures so pardon these iphone shots stolen from others). Full term status earned me that glass of champagne (who am I kidding, I was an occasional wine drinker throughout the whole third trimester). I'm holding the hand of one proud little ring bearer.
The next day, at my midwife's suggestion, I went to see a chiropractor who specializes in pregnancy (and babies, interestingly enough). The idea was just to get me adjusted so that baby would have optimal room to turn himself into the right position and alleviate some of my pain. I'd never been to a chiropractor before, and I have to say it was kind of interesting (okay, weird), BUT I think it worked. I left feeling better, kind of stretched out like you feel after a good yoga class, and he turned that night and seemed to stay turned which helped the pain a lot.
This picture was taken two days later... one hour and 14 minutes before my baby was born... stay tuned!