June 10, 2014

Pregnancy Journal #4

Officially two weeks from due date!  And baby C is making me very aware of that.  Constant kicks, constant punching of my bladder, and constant giant kankles.  Babe is bored and ready to make a dramatic appearance, I'm sure.  It's been a pretty dreamy 38 weeks, but daddyDan and I are getting anxious to meet the little one who requires so much ice cream, fruit, and sour candy.  

Best stranger or student quotes:
  • Over-enthusiastic student:  "Mrs. Carlson, awwwwwww, you look so lovely.  You gonna go all-natural when you give birth?"
  • Sonic car-hop (said when I was only 32 weeks pregz):  "Oooooooooo girl, that baby coming any day now, right?!"  "Nope.  Still have 2 months."  "NOOOOOO!  That is one BIG baby!"  

Sleeping:  These days I wake up at least 3 times a night.  Actually, that's a bit of a lie.  I've been waking up at least 3 times a night ever since December.  What has changed is now when I wake up, my body feels like I've just run a marathon.  I literally have to tell myself:  "Self, you have been SLEEPING.  You did not just do P90X nor did you participate in bikram yoga.  You literally make no sense right now."  I'm also excessively sweaty at night.  I've had two fans pointed directly at me and no covers while #daddyDan freezes beside me.

Getting "checked":  You all know I like to keep these posts G-rated, but I must give you the following information.  At 35 or 36 weeks, pregoz have the option to get "checked" by the doctor/midwife to see if dilation has occurred.  I dodged that bullet at 35 weeks but was not given the option at 36 weeks.  I won't name any names, but someone (whose name rhymes with Hammy) told me not to worry and that getting "checked" is less invasive than a yearly physical.  LIES.  ALL LIES.  Let's just say I wanted to die and was seeing stars afterward.  Sooooo at my 37 week appointment when the midwife asked if I'd like to be checked, I kindly declined.  Um, I'd rather you not jam your arm inside me up to your elbow.  No thanks, walking on lava sounds much better right now.   Mmkay, see you next week WHEN I WON'T HAVE A CHOICE (Lord, grant me the serenity...).

Food:  Danz works with a gal who is about 6 weeks behind me in her pregnancy.  About two weeks ago, she mentioned to him that she can no longer eat full meals because the baby is taking up too much room.  Quoth daddyDan:  "Hmm, interesting.  Heidi hasn't hit that point in her pregnancy."  TRUTH.  Baby has, in no way, diminished my ability to shovel any amount of food into my stomach.  Not sure if I should be concerned or just really proud of this fact.  I aim to impress, people.

Car rides:  ARE OF THE DEVIL.  There is nothing I loathe more than sitting in a car at this stage of my pregnancy.  Except maybe getting "checked" (see above).   End of story.

Water breakage precaution:  daddyDan is seriously concerned about my water breaking anywhere that would require clean-up.  He's so concerned, in fact, that I must sit on a towel while driving and I'm probably about a week from being required to sit on a towel on our couch.  We do have an awesome couch, so I'll humor him. 

Birthing class:  I had Braxton Hicks contractions throughout the whole class.  I think baby C was just warming up.  So bizarre. Daniel and I also laughed 56% more than everyone else combined.  Not because we think labor and delivery is hilarious, but because there were so many words and images that we could either choose to cry about in anticipation of or laugh because, one way or another, this baby is coming out of me. 

Prayers for baby C:  During the first two trimesters, I prayed for EVERYTHING:  a good (and easy!) birth, a healthy baby, a baby that isn't collicky, ease in the transition, ease of nursing, yada, yada, yada.  Then about 2 months ago I realized that I couldn't pray away all the challenging aspects of labor, delivery, and post-partum.  So now I pray for peace in the transition.  That Daniel and I will work as a team to meet baby's needs and that we will take every challenge and immediately turn it over to the Lord.  Parenting will be difficult, of this I am certain.  BUT I have the best baby daddy of all time and a God who is bigger than my fear of all the things baby-entering-the-family.  Amen.

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