Total weight gain: 53 lbs
Baby’s Weight: 7 lbs
Percentage through pregnancy: 97.9%
Time until due date: +/- 6 days
Food of the week (a.k.a. size of baby): Bigger watermelon
— Been feeling what I assume are contractions, or mini contractions. Only a few times a day, nothing to get excited about. A coworker took me out to lunch yesterday and I couldn’t eat because I was so nauseous and my abdomen was cramping up. The same thing happened at dinner that night. I can’t quite pinpoint when the pain begins and when it ends, so I don’t think the cramping is even close to the real thing. And I typically pass gas after each cramping episode. Does that mean it’s NOT a contraction? I don’t know!!
— Had two bad nightmares one night. In the first, I gave birth to a malformed baby chicken that broke apart in my hands when I touched it. In the second dream, my headlights went out on a dark, curvy mountain road, and I couldn’t stop the car. I felt the car go over a cliff and realized the baby was in the back. NOT COOL.
— A friend asked whether everything pretty much sucked right now. And, really, it doesn’t. I’m not running marathons, but I still feel pretty good. I have lots of energy. I’m sleeping well. Physically, I can definitely do this for +/- one more week.
— But I’m getting a bit antsy about meeting Charlie. Before 38 weeks, I was basking in the glow of THE SURPRISE. I loved not knowing when he would make his appearance. Then at 38 weeks I started wondering why he hadn’t made his debut yet, even though I still had two weeks to go! Makes no logical sense. I attribute part of this to my fear of having at least a week of maternity leave before my due date in which I’d have nothing to do. More on that later.
— I broke down one night over how hard pregnancy can be. I could not turn over in bed without major effort that left me huffing and puffing. My hips ached. My back throbbed. I was itchy. I couldn’t decide whether I was overheated or freezing. I just felt so…down. Charles gave me back scratchies into I got settled and I was able to fall asleep.
— Midwife checked my cervix. First of all, I have to say this process was nowhere near as scary or painful as I’d heard. It was just like getting a Pap Smear or a vaginal ultrasound. I’d go as far as saying it was more comfortable.
— No dilation yet, but I’m 70% effaced. Charlie is at -1 station, which means he’s dropped a bit. Midwife thinks I’ll go into labor before my induction date (5/28, one week after Charlie’s due date), but who knows?
— Final appointment with her next Friday at Week 40. Non-stress test to monitor the baby and my amniotic fluid would occur the following Monday or Tuesday. If all is OK, induction would happen that next Friday.
Worry of the Week: I feel as if I’m hurtling toward that induction date. That my body will not go into labor and it will have to be started artificially. There’s a worrisome trend that induction inevitably leads to a C-section because your body just isn’t ready to go into labor yet, and a bunch of complications arise. I’m trying to keep an open mind, but I really hope that my body does what it’s supposed to do! Think happy dilation thoughts!
Maternity Leave: This was a pretty emotional week for me. I woke up Monday morning and thought, “This is my last Monday morning for 13 weeks! OMG.” I’ve been working since I was 15, even while going to school regularly. I’m the kind of person that NEEDS stuff to do, that needs to be needed at work. So much of my self-confidence is wrapped up in Jess, The Employee. How am I going to make the transition? What if I hate it and want to go back sooner? Does that make me a bad mom? What if Charles and I want to kill each other? Will my coworkers forget about me? Decide they don’t need me?
At this point, I regret that I decided to take a week off before my due date. What am I going to do? The nursery is finished. The bag is packed. The car is fixed (finally!). I have vague plans to clean and make casseroles to freeze, but really no drive to do any of that (which makes me doubt that labor is near — no nesting instinct!). And if Charlie’s late, there’s potential for another week of nothing to do. I’m such a go-go-go person. I don’t know how to relax. I could have saved these days for when the baby is actually here.
Pregnancy moments of the week:
— Kirsten had her beautiful baby girl on Friday. She’s been a great belly buddy over this journey, and I’m filled with such gratitude that her little sweet pea made it into this world safe and sound. On Friday, I cried all the way to work thinking about that little girl. Congrats!
— Saw the documentary “Babies” and loved it! It made me feel liberated — that I don’t have to be the perfect mom in order to have a thriving child. Babies all of the world live with cows, and sleep with chickens, and eat rocks off the ground, and they are fine! I’m really glad I was already pregnant when I watched the movie. If not, we’d be getting busy ASAP. zomghormones.
— I received an interoffice envelope that was stuffed with breast pads. It had no name on the front, so for a few minutes I had zero idea where they came from. Then I found a tiny Post-It buried within the pads that said “Love, Jules” It was the most random moment of the week, and I laughed for a good five minutes. Thanks, Jules!
— One thing I’ll miss not being pregnant is the camaraderie that other women feel toward me. I was introduced to a woman at work, and within a minute she shared her key to an easy birth: “Push like you’re making the biggest poop of your life!” Um…thanks!
— Was talking to my Boss when a Braxton Hicks contraction hit, so I had her touch my rock-hard belly. She was astounded. “The biologist in me is fascinated by this!” I thought it was a sweet moment we shared.
— My mom invited me to Vegas — in mid June. Think about that for a minute.
Her: I’m thinking of taking a trip to Vegas, maybe the second week of break (she’s a teacher). I don’t mind going alone. I’m fine on my own.
Me: Gosh, it’s been so long since I’ve been to Vegas…..
Her: Oooh, do you want to go with me?!?!
Your baby’s waiting to greet the world! He continues to build a layer of fat to help control his body temperature after birth, but it’s likely he already measures about 20 inches and weighs a bit over 7 pounds (boys tend to be slightly heavier than girls.). The outer layers of his skin are sloughing off as new skin forms underneath.
— New habit of eating PopTarts each morning, partly because it’s selection C5 on our office vending machine. 🙂
May be the last photo of my pregnancy. Taken on Mother’s Day. 🙂