Wow, so I’m super pregnant, y’all. Yep. All our parents are circling our fair state in their RVs, set to descend on us Friday or thereabouts. Because of the umbilical cord issue, my doc said he will induce me at 39 weeks, which is a week from yesterday, oh sweet ham. It’s not officially scheduled or anything, so I’m sure it could be a few days after that … presumably I will find out more today at my OB appointment.
Baby’s Size: WELL, this has been a recent source of drama. I get growth ultrasounds weekly now because of the umbilical cord issue, and at my 36 and 37w scans, the tech first mentioned the baby had a small head (“about 10%”) and then the next week, wouldn’t tell me the head size and scheduled me for an appointment with the perinatologist. That freaked me right out – especially that it sounded like it was getting worse over time, and I didn’t get to talk to my OB afterwards, so yeah that was a super fun day. Between my designated pregnancy googler and a conversation with my OB the following day, I was eventually convinced that it was probably no big deal: late term ultrasounds, and especially head measurements, are notoriously terrible, AND if the head were alarmingly small (i.e. microcephaly), that would have shown up way, way sooner in the pregnancy – certainly by 20 weeks. Yesterday I had my follow up at the perinatologist, and the doctor pronounced my baby to be boring and average. Everything but the head is measuring around 40-50%. The head is a still sort of alarming 3%, but the doctor assured me I should not worry, and perhaps might even tend toward rejoicing, because labor will be more pleasant this way. He explained thoroughly with lots of science, and gave me all my data, and also pointed out politely that I myself do not have a particularly impressive noggin, and la di da, I am much less worried about it now. SO, the baby is running 43% overall, with a weight estimate of about 6 lb, 14 oz (+/- 1 lb, so, unreliable!).
Sleep: Has been… better… sort of? I know I’m generally in better shape right now than I was at the same point with Eliza, presumably because I’m better rested (and maybe also in better physical shape?). I’ve been taking a nap or at least laying down for an hour or two almost every afternoon, and that is helping a LOT. (Thank you new part time work schedule!) Kevin has been a saint, letting me lounge on the couch to my heart’s content, take naps whenever I want, and generally not do anything except incubate. While I wouldn’t say I’m super comfortable and incredibly well rested or anything, I do not feel desperate and hysterical and insane, which is basically how I felt from 37 weeks on last time around. Though last night was terrible and I was awake till 2 and up at 5 and well, let’s just hope I don’t go into labor at least till I get a nap.
Food: Watermelon, pickles, and frozen pizza. Other food, go home, you are gross.
Movement: Still pretty active, though I can tell the kiddo is running out of space.
Exercise: Done-zo. I went last week and that was fine, and then Saturday I sustained a tragic chafing injury while walking really effing slowly, and hell if I’m letting that happen again. It was fun while it lasted, until it was really, really not fun. Ahem.
As far as preparing our lives for the kid, we finally made a list of things we should do before the baby comes. Uh, we made the list yesterday. Oh, and I packed a half-assed bag for the hospital last week after an eight hour stretch of time-able contractions (that obviously turned into nothing). Mostly we are cleaning up the house a little (that’s actually for our parents, so they won’t be put off by our squalor), and not much else.
36, 37, 38 weeks. I used science* to determine that in this week’s picture I am now slightly larger, and the baby has dropped a little.
*Visual comparison and wishful thinking