Though I am tired and completely swollen at this point I will miss some things about being pregnant.
I'll miss feeling him kick around inside. He's a very very active little boy and it's been super neat to see how he reacts to different sounds or when I press down on him or when I eat something really sweet. He goes crazy every time the dr tries to check his heartbeat.
I'll miss that closeness we have - but I'll be glad that Jesse will now get to participate more in the bonding.
I'll miss having an obvious excuse for being fat. :)
I probably won't miss the daily inquiries from co-workers to absolute strangers about my weight, the heat, when I'm due and how big I look or tired I must be.
Had a lady yesterday ask me how big he was and I said I didn't know. She (not a tiny woman herself) proceeded to say how much I reminded her of herself at my age and she was the same size as me and had a 9 lb baby.
You know - even if that is true - I don't want to hear it. I want to hear how just because I'm huge I may still have a normal sized baby.
I had another lady at work in the elevator tell me how cute I looked and gave me really nice compliments. Didn't mention the heat or my feet once and I thought - this lady remembers what it's like to be 9 months pregnant. I felt really good after that.
The guys in my office are the funniest though. They range from absolutely awkward to terrified I might suddenly have the baby at any moment to making me the butt of some big joke to completely rude.
They all have bets on when I'll go and everyday whoever's day it is they give me pointers on what I can do to get things moving along so they can win.(roll eyes)
To all my friends and family, I promise you will be told when I go into labor or when he gets here. I swear I didn't have him 3 days ago and forgot to call. :) I have a grandmother who calls 2 or 3 times a day to see if I've had the baby yet. Granted - she's quite senile, but I've had to stop answering the phone because it was driving me batty.
No one wants this baby here more than me, except maybe my mother - who wanted me to have him 3 years ago :P
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Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
10 Days to go
10 days left and I'm plum worn out.
Every joint in my body aches and I feel like a 90 yr old woman when I walk.
I had my 39 week appt today and I was armed with questions. I wrote them all down in a notepad and was prepared. I was pretty sure I've done nothing by way of dilation or contractions so I wanted to know how long we were going to let this thing go.
I get to the dr and I am so nauseated. I think it was a combination of the heat outside and acid reflux. I nearly threw up at the office.
I do the usual blood pressure, weight check etc.. and then they put me back in a room. Jesse came with me because we might be discussing induction dates.
I'm sitting there on the table, naked under a paper sheet and the nurse comes in and says my doctor was called away suddenly to deliver a baby. It had to have been just moments before because I saw her just before I went into the exam room.
Great. The one day I'm super prepared and want to ask a lot of stuff she's out. I'm really jealous of the lady giving birth.
So instead they hook me up to a monitor to check his heartrate and see if I'm having any contractions.
I'm not.
Liam had a good ole' time kicking and bouncing the whole time he was hooked up. It's almost like he knew they were listening to him so he put on a little show. Unfortunately, they had to lie me down to do the test and my acid reflux flared up like crazy and Liam didn't help things by kicking me in the ribs every 5 minutes. :)
But, according to the nurse, they will not let me go past 41 weeks, which is August 7. So at my next appt we will schedule an induction around that date, just in case.
Worse case scenario - I will have a baby by August 7. Yay.. even though that feels so far away. Only 17 days, but each day feels like a week.
Every joint in my body aches and I feel like a 90 yr old woman when I walk.
I had my 39 week appt today and I was armed with questions. I wrote them all down in a notepad and was prepared. I was pretty sure I've done nothing by way of dilation or contractions so I wanted to know how long we were going to let this thing go.
I get to the dr and I am so nauseated. I think it was a combination of the heat outside and acid reflux. I nearly threw up at the office.
I do the usual blood pressure, weight check etc.. and then they put me back in a room. Jesse came with me because we might be discussing induction dates.
I'm sitting there on the table, naked under a paper sheet and the nurse comes in and says my doctor was called away suddenly to deliver a baby. It had to have been just moments before because I saw her just before I went into the exam room.
Great. The one day I'm super prepared and want to ask a lot of stuff she's out. I'm really jealous of the lady giving birth.
So instead they hook me up to a monitor to check his heartrate and see if I'm having any contractions.
I'm not.
Liam had a good ole' time kicking and bouncing the whole time he was hooked up. It's almost like he knew they were listening to him so he put on a little show. Unfortunately, they had to lie me down to do the test and my acid reflux flared up like crazy and Liam didn't help things by kicking me in the ribs every 5 minutes. :)
But, according to the nurse, they will not let me go past 41 weeks, which is August 7. So at my next appt we will schedule an induction around that date, just in case.
Worse case scenario - I will have a baby by August 7. Yay.. even though that feels so far away. Only 17 days, but each day feels like a week.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Counting Down
Two weeks left and I'm pretty sure I'm going to use up every minute of them and maybe then some.
The office has begun placing bets on when I'll deliver and how much he'll weigh. Some of the bets scare the life out of me. (over nine lbs and a week late!!? Really?! I sure hope not!)
I'm okay with Liam making an appearance any day now. I'm not yet completely miserable (although a few more days of 100+ heat might change that). But ideally, he would wait until after this weekend. I'd really like to see the last Harry Potter movie, as much as I know I'll be getting up 5 times to go potty.
And I'm just about caught up at work, but I do have a couple more things I'd like to finish before being gone for 2 1/2 months.
Meals are cooked, nursery is ready, bags packed and in the car.
But as of today I am not dilated or effaced at all. Nor has he dropped. He's quite happy and snuggly inside and gets too much fun poking his mom in the ribs!
The office has begun placing bets on when I'll deliver and how much he'll weigh. Some of the bets scare the life out of me. (over nine lbs and a week late!!? Really?! I sure hope not!)
I'm okay with Liam making an appearance any day now. I'm not yet completely miserable (although a few more days of 100+ heat might change that). But ideally, he would wait until after this weekend. I'd really like to see the last Harry Potter movie, as much as I know I'll be getting up 5 times to go potty.
And I'm just about caught up at work, but I do have a couple more things I'd like to finish before being gone for 2 1/2 months.
Meals are cooked, nursery is ready, bags packed and in the car.
But as of today I am not dilated or effaced at all. Nor has he dropped. He's quite happy and snuggly inside and gets too much fun poking his mom in the ribs!
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