Hello there. I am reporting
from 38 weeks pregnant in a land of mental instability, painful pressure, and
the inability to breathe, bend over to pick things off the floor, or stay awake
past 9pm. My body is sending me clear
signals that it is over being pregnant, that three babies has pushed my body to
the max. I am so looking forward to
having our sweet precious girl cuddled in my arms, far away from my bladder and
ribcage :)
Total weight gain: 20lbs.
Still hanging around that 20lb mark.
Acid reflux makes it difficult to keep food down (who still vomits this
late in the game?! This girl) but I do still have the occasional craving that I
can stomach. Like sweets. Lots of sweets.
Maternity Clothes: the
other day Parker asked me if my work has Pajama Day like her preschool class
does on occasion. I think she’s onto
something. Animal print pajama pants should
make their way into the uptight financial world.
Movement: if someone
outside of my womb punched my bladder as much as this wee one they would be
charged with assault.
Food Cravings: Starburst
Jelly Beans were pretty darn tasty this week.
Sleep: depends on the night. Sometimes I’m out in no time, other times I find it hard to settle down.
Milestones: baby is
cooked and ready to be loved on!
Best moment of the
week: making the decision to embrace the epidural. You would think after having two children,
both completely unmedicated, that I would be a seasoned pro at this birthing
thing. But in reality the memories of
the pain have come back to haunt me. Mentally
I cannot get into the mindset of willingly accepting the agonizing pain when
with a quick shot to the back I could be feeling relief. I’m not too keen on the idea of how medical
this birth will be—IVs, monitoring, catheter, etc—when I’m used to not even
having a IV inserted but the level of anxiety I started to feel over going at
his au natural again has swayed me to the medical side of things. A recent quote I saw online reassures me in
this decision: “Enjoy the experience. Whatever it takes you to do so, enjoy it.”
So now instead of
laboring at home until the last possible minute to avoid caving in to an
epidural, I’ll be racing to the hospital as soon as I can to make sure I get
this epidural in before I progress too fast!
Random:
-my MW offered to
break my water at 39w to get things going if I’m 4cm dilated. I haven’t been checked yet (will be on
Tuesday) but from how I’ve explained the pressure I’m feeling to the MWs they
are pretty confident that I’ve make some progress dilating. I’ll likely pass on breaking my water as I’d
still like to go into labor on my own, but at least I have an option.
-I thought that I was
in labor Tuesday night. I had what felt
like contractions and couldn’t sleep.
Turns out it was my body being mad that I ate Burger King for
dinner. Rarely do we eat fast food and I
guess my body is not used to it.
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