You’ll notice there’s no “what I wore” going on here today. Why? Because I chose laying in bed a little longer and going to work with no makeup on.
37 weeks…a milestone. I’m officially “full-term,” meaning baby is good to go, although we’d prefer she wait until her due date, but it feels so good to know we made it this far without any complications, aside from the norm.
With that said, I will say that the last few weeks have been hard. Harder than I could have imagined. I’ve had your normal, healthy pregnancy. No real scares, except for a blood clot at the very beginning that quickly remedied itself, and some painful times due to sciatic and back pain. Which is completely normal in pregnancy, it just happens that an old injury likes to aggravate those occurrences. So I’ve been very lucky and very grateful that things have been going so well for me and little bean.
Right now it’s just…hard…I feel like I’ve hit a wall. And being that I’m still working full-time, I never quite find my “umph” during the day. Plus I’ve been suffering from some pelvic pain, that, again, is aggravated by this previous back/hip issue and it’s not very easy to get around these days. A chiropractic visit would do me good, but all of those bones and ligaments are loosening and making room for baby so it seems pointless to go one time. My insurance for chiropractic is not the best, so it’s also not really financially available right now. I do my best to just take it easy when I need to and I get up every hour at work to take a quick walk, which seems to help. Sitting and/or standing for extended periods of time just seem to make things worse, so I need to keep moving.
I’ve been having Toni Braxton Hicks constantly. They’re basically an all day occurrence, but no real obvious regularity, so I’m just over here, with a clenching uterus, attempting to take my breath away on the daily, waiting things out. I’ve also been cramping, which the doctor thinks is mild contractions, but they’re nothing to worry about as of yet. All in all, my body is doing EXACTLY what it’s supposed to be doing right now, so that’s the best news, even if I feel like a zombie most of the time.
And everyday is an influx of comments from people…you’ve dropped…you haven’t dropped…you look bigger…you look smaller…just wait until you have to deal with a screaming baby…it’s all worth it in the end…are you ready?…and frankly, while I know they all care, it’s getting old to listen to. I think they sense my annoyance, because the look of “are you f*&#ing kidding me right now?” is on my face 24/7 at this point…
To be honest, I don’t know if I’ve dropped, but I know she’s having parties on my cervix because OUCH…some days I do look smaller, until she decides the party is better in my ribs and then I look big and out there…I welcome the screaming baby, because it’s the reward for all I’m dealing with these days…and no, I’m not ready. I mean, I’m ready, but it’s such a massive, life-changing event, I don’t think you’re ever fully prepared for all the change it brings.
We are so anxious to meet her, and I’m still SO anxious to see what kind of hair/no hair she has! I know, obsessed with her hair, what’s wrong with me?! But with these two families, there’s so many possibilities! But we’d prefer she keep her little bean bod in there a bit longer since her brother isn’t back from his mom’s until the 31st, and my mom doesn’t get here until the 5th…They’ve offered me an elective induction at 39 weeks, since the pain has been so hard on me, but I told them if I make it that far like this, I’ll hold out. No need to force her out unless absolutely necessary.
Oh, and I feel like a whale and I’m doing things like eating two taco bell burritos at a time because I have at least 3 weeks left, likely, and I’m living it up! I’ve only gained 18 lbs so far, so I deserve a couple of extra burritos. And, according to this picture, I’m not doing a good job at cleaning my mirrors…but that’s not pregnancy-related, that’s just pure laziness…