40 weeks!

Being 40 weeks pregnant is a curious thing. For so long you've counted down to this one date, thinking you've just got to make it so far. Then about a month out, you start thinking "Hey, this could happen even sooner! I might have a baby in just a couple weeks!" Then that window passes you by, and you hit 39 weeks. People start giving you the old wives tales ("Walk a lot!" "Castor oil!" "Have sex!" "Mexican food!"). Each person thinks that they're the first one to give you that advice, so you just smile and pretend that it's a great idea. (For the record, the thought of Mexican food currently makes me want to hurl.) While you're warding off all the well-meaning advice givers, the reality slowly sets in that that "magical" date just might come and go. So you're excited that you've reached your due date, but still you're waiting. It's a slight shift in mindset, and somewhat disappointing. But honestly, I'm doing well. Not too uncomfortable, not too moody (although Stewart might beg to differ.) Stewart's parents and sister came to town today to "walk me around" some, although we ended up going to a movie and dinner instead. I re-cleaned the apartment this morning, as I tend to do every Saturday morning, so now it's spic-and-span and ready for the baby's big arrival. I've decided that I'm going to work Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, and then hang it up whether I've had the baby or not. That's already three more days than I had been planning to work, so I will feel pretty accomplished in that. I go back to the doctor next Thursday if I haven't had the baby by then, and at that point we may start talking about an induction early the following week. Hoping that we don't even get that far...

I know everyone is anxious for some news, and trust me we're eager to give you some. The hospital does have wifi so hopefully we'll be able to post an update and maybe even some pictures pretty quickly. In the meantime, here's what I hope will be my last belly picture!

My darling husband....

My darling husband has just asked if I would mind sleeping on a trash bag in case my water breaks in the middle of the night.

He is also claiming that he's going to wear a whistle and hat that says "coach" into the delivery room.

Everybody start praying for me now, m'kay?

Appointment update

Today was my weekly appointment (at 39 weeks 4 days). I toyed with the idea of throwing the hospital bag in the car, just in case I was sent directly to L&D for some reason. BUT when I was getting ready for work this morning I felt totally normal and figured it was unlikely that I'd be in the hospital by day's end. So the hospital bag stayed at home, and it was just as well, because I certainly didn't need it just yet. I have started dilating (2 centimeters), but that doesn't really mean much, because I could walk around like that for two weeks. My blood pressure and baby's heart rate were both good. And somehow I LOST three pounds! I think that means that I should eat more IHOP chocolate chip pancakes (by far my favorite dinner of the week!) So the doctor basically said he wouldn't be surprised to see me at my next scheduled appointment next Thursday. Sheesh, I'll be five days overdue by that point, so let's hope I don't make it to that appointment! That's it, wish I had more exciting news, but the waiting game continues!

39 weeks

We're in the home stretch, people! It's been a roller coaster of a week, in terms of emotions. All week long I'd been kind of nauseous and headachey, and I really thought I'd go in for my weekly doctor's appointment on Thursday to find that there was some sort of progression. But nope, nada. Which is of course perfectly normal, but just slightly disappointing. The good news is that my blood pressure was back down. Now I've stopped getting comments at work from the people who delivered at 37 weeks, and am hearing all the stories of people who were two and three weeks overdue. And THAT is quite disheartening. Stewart says I shouldn't be cranky since the baby's almost here, but I think every 39 week pregnant woman has the right to be cranky whenever she wants. So there.

I'm still getting all my loose ends tied up at work, and I'm hoping to have it all done by Tuesday or Wednesday. I feel like I'm going to get through the end of the week before going in to labor. But then Saturday is a full moon, so who knows? People keep asking if I'm nervous....strangely I'm not really nervous, just excited and ready. SO excited and ready. :-)

Work dilemma RESOLVED!!

So a few weeks ago I mentioned the decision I'd been agonizing over, regarding my return to work. Basically we had been trying to decide whether or not I would return to work for the 8 remaining weeks of the school year, after taking 8 weeks off for maternity leave. I can't tell you how many hours I stressed, cried, and worried over this decision. I told myself over and over that it was only eight weeks and I would survive, but deep in my heart I did not want to leave my child at two months old to return to work full time. I had a hard time explaining it even to Stewart; usually I would just end up a sobbing, incoherent mess. On the other hand, I was feeling quite a bit of guilt at the thought of leaving our family without an income for longer than I had to. I went back and forth with the decision, but ultimately knew that I did not want to go back. A few weeks ago I shared my dilemma with my co-worker and friend, and she asked about whether I thought they would let me come back part time. Of course I had thought of that, but had quickly dismissed the idea because I didn't think the school district would go for it. But once my friend brought it up, I couldn't get it out of my head. Stewart and I went over and over the numbers to make sure that we would be able to make it financially, even if the school district nixed the idea of returning part time. Finally one morning a couple weeks ago I got up and was just ready to have the decision made. I had to wake Stewart up to discuss it one last time before I left for work. We knew we had to be prepared for the possibility that it would be full-time or nothing. I thought even if they would consider allowing me to come back part-time for those last weeks, that it would be a while before they could let me know for sure. Well, it turned out even better than I could have hoped! Of course they were disappointed but were immediately willing to talk about a part-time option. Basically without much difficulty, we decided that I would come back for two days a week to finish out the school year. The girl who is filling in for me three days a week during my maternity leave is willing to stay to cover the other three days each week. I cannot even begin to tell you how relieved I feel that it has worked out this way! I know I can handle two days a week, and Stewart can watch the baby on those days. I will still feel like I'm contributing a little bit financially, but don't have that feeling of dread that I would get when I thought about being gone for five days a week. Now will everyone join me in a big sigh of relief?

38 Weeks

We're nearing the end, and I'm finally starting to feel ready! Or maybe not quite ready but just uncomfortable enough and anxious enough to just want to get this show on the road. I have managed to get quite a few things done this week and am working hard on crossing off the rest of my to-do list (thank goodness for a three-day weekend.) The carseat has been installed and inspected, I'm working on getting the hospital bag packed, and the PackNPlay arrived so we have somewhere for this baby to sleep. (The mattress I ordered for the cradle didn't fit so I had to special order one that won't be here for a while.) The glider still hasn't arrived, even though we ordered it before Thanksgiving, but I'm not going to stress about that. It'll get here when it gets here, and I'm hoping to get a refund on the astronomical shipping fee due to the delay.

Physically, I'm feeling....ok. This week I've been MUCH more tired than before. Several times this week I've come home from work and just had to lay on the couch for thirty minutes before doing anything. The remnants of the cold I had a couple weeks ago are still popping up every couple days, which doesn't help. I had been bragging about not having any swelling (my rings still fit, yay!), until Stewart pointed out that the elastic on my socks appeared to be cutting off my circulation. At least I don't have cankles (yet!)

He's HOW big already??

Yesterday at my weekly appointment my blood pressure was slightly higher than it had been, so the doctor asked me to come back today for an ultrasound to make sure the baby and my fluid levels are ok. I wasn't really too worried, because the blood pressure wasn't that high and I know the doctor was just being cautious. Anyway, I had a really sweet ultrasound tech, and after taking lots of measurements she estimated that he currently weighs 6 lbs and 12 oz! Whoa! That's what Stewart weighed when he was born, and several ounces more than I weighed. And we still have two weeks to go! It was kind of surprising, since all I hear is that I must be having a small baby, given the relatively small size of my belly. Guess he's not going to be such a wee one after all! He does seem to have some big chubby cheeks (reminds me of my brother as a baby) and Stewart is currently pouting that we can't see any dimples yet. The ultrasound tech is forwarding the info on to my doctor, but she seemed to feel that the baby's weight, which is in the 38th percentile, and my fluid levels look just fine. :-) So keep growing for a couple weeks, little one (but not too much!!)