Week 37

Total weight gain: Wohooo! 50 lbs!

Baby’s Weight: 6 lbs, 5 oz

Percentage through pregnancy: 93.2%. I am now considered full term, meaning Charlie would probably have no issues were he born today. Except the main issue he’ll have to deal with his entire life: Having Charles and I as parents.

Time until due date:
19 days. OMG WE’RE IN THE TEENS.

Food of the week (a.k.a. size of baby): As big as a watermelon, as long as a stalk of Swiss chard.

Pregnancy symptoms:

— The other day, an old woman with a cane passed me on my walk.

— I found my first stretch mark! It’s tiny — less than the length of my pinkie nail — on the bottom right side of my belly. I’ve been really lucky (go genetics!) to not have any major marks.

— At the end of each day, I think, “I’m not going to eat as much tomorrow.” And I always do. Half of me is bothered/dissapointed in myself for gaining all this weight. And the other half of me doesn’t care one bit because I know there is an end date to my eating madness. I can’t wait to run again!

— My belly is so large, that I can see it in my peripheral vision.

37-Week Appointment:

— Strep B Test was negative, meaning I don’t have to be hooked up to IVs during delivery! Final blood test was also good. No anemia for this carnivore!

— Midwife told me to eat something when I go into labor, because I probably won’t be able to when I get to the hospital.

— I spoke with her about my anxiety over feeling anxiety. She said the key is to make sure that I’m surrounded by people who know how to calm me down. Yay for Charles!

— As soon as I got into the exam room, I started feeling really dizzy. It got worse when I had to lie down while she checked Charlie’s heart rate. I mentioned it and she had the nurses bring me apple juice. Then she reminded me that pregnant women, especially in their third trimester, need to eat more frequently. Not more quantity, just more frequently. 😉

— Next week she begins to check my cervix for dilation and effacement! Don’t expect much, though. I’m feeling now that Charlie is going to be late. Maybe I’ll make it to the LOST series finale party on May 23.

Worry of the Week: My new fear this week is falling down the stairs of our house while carrying our baby. Wooden, slippery stairs that end in cold, hard marble. Bad times.

We Can Haz Nursery: I’d say we’re 99% done with the nursery. I give credit for its awesomeness to my designer husband, who spearheaded a lot of the vision. He also made that blue light hanging from the cieling.  We knew we wanted something clean, contemporary and fun. And the room also had to serve as the library. I love this room so much. Apparently the cats do, too.

Pregnancy moments of the week:

— This actually happened last week, but my post was way too long to include it. I accidentally ran over a can of orange spray paint in our garage, slathering un-removeable paint not only all over my car, but all over a good portion of the large baby items that we accumulated (high chair, activity center, car seat). Go Jess!
It happened after I knocked over a chair that containted a bunch of bags with stuff from Ace Hardware. The contents spilled everywhere, and I thought I had picked up everything before getting into my car. Apparently, the can of orange spray paint rolled right under my tire, where of course I couldn’t see it because I CAN’T BEND OVER ANYMORE.

Well, the good news is that no one will steal my car until we get it fixed. It’s too recognizable. Everyone at work asks whether my car was tagged. Then they laugh.

— I accidentally parked too close to another car at Ralphs one morning before work. When I waddled back, the driver of the other car was still there and fuming that she had to crawl in through the passenger side to get to the driver’s seat. Oops. She rolled down her window and started bitching at me. I stepped out from behind my car and said, “Ohmygosh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize. It’s just that I need some extra room these days.” (insert dramatic gesture down to my belly). Suddenly, she was the sweetest person on earth. “Oh, that’s totally fine. I remember those days. It was no problem at all.” PREGNANCY WIN!

— I peed all over myself in an alley. Charles and I were walking back from dinner one night when he asked, “Do you think Charlie is self-aware in the womb?” “Hmm,” I replied, thinking it over. ” Well, he sucks.” I don’t know if it was the way I said it, or the muffled chuckle that escaped from Charles’ lips, but all of a sudden I was bent over laughing. And when that happens, there’s no stopping the pee.

— Actual conversation at a 7-11:
Me: (waddles up to the register and puts a bottle of water on the counter)
Cashier (older, scruffy dude; maybe 40): Doesn’t it suck that you’re not allowed to drink when you’re pregnant anymore?
Me: Erm…yeah, I guess.
Cashier: I mean. my mother drank when she was pregnant with me, and I turned out fine.
Me: (waits for punchline, or indication that cashier is joking. None come) Erm…yeah.

— Both cats have discovered the crib. I thought I was being smart by placing the changing tables within the crib. There’s no way the cats would ever think to jump up there! DUH.

Best Pregnancy Gifts:

— Coworker Kevin gave me a gift that made me LOL for a good five minutes: A jar of Hershey’s syrup, a can of pickles, and the cutest red toy race car.

— Good friends Jason and Sarah are due about a week before us with a baby girl. They are naming her Charlotte, which means that, of course, her nickname will be Charlie. Which means we’ll have Charlie and Charlie. Which means they are bound to be best friends and get married and have babies. Sarah’s mother got our Charlie this huge bag of onesies and other adorable kids wear. Included in that was a blue/green jumper that matches a pink/purple jumper she got her granddaughter. DIES OF CUTENESS.

Baby Milestones:
Your baby is now considered “full term,” even though your due date is three weeks away. If you go into labor now, his lungs will likely be mature enough to fully adjust to life outside the womb. Your baby weighs 6 1/3 pounds and measures a bit over 19 inches, head to heel. Many babies have a full head of hair at birth, with locks from 1/2 inch to 1 1/2 inches long. But don’t be surprised if your baby’s hair isn’t the same color as yours. Dark-haired couples are sometimes thrown for a loop when their children come out as blonds or redheads, and fair-haired couples have been surprised by Elvis look-alikes. And then, of course, some babies sport only peach fuzz. 

Quotes of the Week:
— “I hate this place. It’s souless and crushing.” Charles, upon leaving Babies R Us
— Me: I should be eating healthy. Charles: I think that ship has sailed.
— Me: Charlie seems to prefer being on my left side. Mom: OMG, HE’S GOING TO BE A LIBERAL.

Pregnancy-related Tweets:
— My boss said a few months back that she was convinced I’d have the baby before May. She has a day and a half to be correct.
— Just saw the cutest little boy and felt this incredible rush of love and excitement about Charlie . +/- 23 days!
—  I love the smell of Dreft so much that I seriously want to bathe in it.

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One Response to Week 37

  1. “OMG he’s going to be a liberal”
    I’m so saving that line for when the time comes for me… just to mess with Ron’s head… baby’s already decided hun, he’s going to stick to my side of the political sphere.

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