I had every intention of fastidiously recording each week of my pregnancy.
Really, I did.
But week 6 hit me like a full-speed freight train and trapped in a prison of nauseous misery 24/7. I didn't break out of the misery until sometime between week 16 and week 17, so the last thing I wanted to do was take a picture of myself all raggedy and in a coma of anti-nausea meds, and record just how crappy I felt week after week.
My 'wild' 29th birthday weekend- full horizontal position, snuggie, and cold compress with ginger drink, water, and apple cinnamon tea at the ready. The glamour of it all. (6 weeks, 2 days pregnant).
You can bet your bottom dollar that weeks 7-17 looked basically the same, except they brought forth a lovely pregnancy-induced rash around my nose and mouth that no makeup seemed to hide and no medicine seemed to cure. Weekly blog fodder? Notsomuch.
I considered it a win of epic proportions just to take a shower each day (which I did sitting on the floor of the tub, thankyouverymuch), so blogging (or grocery shopping, or trying to leave the house looking like a functional adult) was just not high on the priority list.
Fast forward to now, 35 weeks pregnant on the button and seeing the end clearly in view. I thought it'd be fun to track the last 6(ish?) weeks of pregnancy on here, now that I feel (somewhat) like a normal human being again, so I could look back and remember how the final stretch panned out. I'll be more or less borrowing my pregnant blogger friend-turned-supermama Kate's weekly update format, since she did such a fine job recording her pregnancy for posterity. So, without further ado, let's get to updating!
Cooking Time: 35 weeks today (photo is from last night at 34w6d), so I'll be recapping week 34
Cravings: Last week was Cheetos, this week it's Frosted Mini-Wheats all the way. And trying to OD on OJ for the cold I've been trying to avoid, which is weird for me since I'm not a juice fan.
Baby Size: The Dr. is estimating the little lady at about 5.5 lbs and 17 inches long... My birthweight was 5 lbs 12 oz, and I was 2 weeks late at that, so it sounds like she's going to far surpass where I clocked in.
Annoyances: Bring on the swelling. I finally had to take my wedding rings off on Tuesday (sad!) due to an increasing case of puffy fingers. My feet feel like 2 lead bricks by the end of the day, and my legs feel like I just finished a long run. This is only going to get worse over the coming weeks, so I pray this doesn't affect my ability to go to work.
Daddy's Questions for the Doctor: I've taken up the practice of asking my husband if he has any questions for the doctor (he doesn't usually attend my check-ups), more for sheer entertainment purposes than to actually assuage any of his worries. Entertainment because he likes to use this Q&A forum as an excuse to call out the things he doesn't think I should be doing, and use the it as a way of tattling on me to my lovely OB which I find absolutely hilarious.
Questions The Mr. told me to ask the doctor this week:
"Should you be eating more salad every night with dinner?"
(which comes in response to the nightly argument we've had the last week over me not wanting salad with my dinner entree. Since, you know, I'M FULL OF BABY and all, which makes 3-course meals kind of unappealing for a squished stomach)
And the other gem...
"You've been rolling over and sleeping on your back sometimes at night, which I read is dangerous. Should I be somehow wedging you into place on your side, or tying you down or something?"
(TYING ME DOWN IN PLACE. For real.)
State of the Union: Today was my first examination to determine what's going on in baby land, that whole "turn your head and cough" situation pregnant ladies face towards the end of the journey. Pleasant. I'll be calling this the State of the Union from now on, because call me old fashioned but I really just don't want to plaster words like "cervical" all over the ol' blog here. However- I do want to keep record of this if/when we go round 2 on the baby front, and posting it on my blog will probably be the only place I won't lose the information. So if you're not into these kinds of details, feel free to skip ahead.
Dr. W says I'm 1/3 of the way thinned out, with no dilation, and have shifted towards a more anterior position. This baby's been super head down since the get-go, so both the Dr. and I were a bit surprised to find out that Little Miss Martini's head is sitting on top of the front of my pelvic bone, instead of being down in my pelvis like we presumed she was. I'm hoping she'll shift her little noggin back and down into position soon, but I also know that means I'll have to use the ladies room about 1,000 times more than usual which I'm not looking super forward to. The bathroom is on the other side of the office, so the thought of making that trip more often with these 2 lead feet is not the slightest bit appealing.
Highlights: She's been wiggling up a storm the last few weeks, which is equal parts adorable and uncomfortable. She loves to stick her feet in my ribs, which feels like I'm being violently tickled from the inside. She's also been doing these crazy rolls from side to side in the evenings, which makes my stomach undulate like the surface of a waterbed. It looks highly creepy, but is pretty miraculous at the same time. I just keep thinking "There's a HUMAN in there, yo!" My mom also flew in yesterday to attend my AZ baby shower this weekend, so I'm excited to have her help around the house while the Mr. studies.
Other Thoughts: The last 2 friends to be due before me have had their babies (Carla welcomed Asher Mills and Kate welcomed sweet LJH, so I'm literally the last man standing at this point. The next one to have a baby. All I keep thinking is "It's about to get realllll up in here, realllll quick....."