Posts by Belle
I think the Chicken, and my mind, have shifted.
Last Saturday I treated myself to a prenatal massage. The rib pain was getting unbearable and I was beginning to develop some numbness in areas. It was weird and unpleasant. The massage therapist spent a long time working on my back where I carry about 90% of my tension and then had me flip over and lie supported so she could gently work on my belly. Whatever she did felt a-maz-ing and provided instant relief that made me quite happy to shell out $60 bucks.
As I was leaving she assured me that in four weeks or so baby would drop and I’d have a lot more rib relief. Four weeks? OMG, I don’t know if I can handle four more weeks! But really, what choice do I have?
Then Tuesday night I realized that I had gone the entire day, including eating a big dinner, with ZERO rib pain. I was thrilled but didn’t want to jinx it. Yesterday I continued to have rib relief plus some indescribable cervical discomfort anytime Chicken was active that left me moaning or silently wincing during the staff meeting.
By last night I’d had enough and decided a short 20 minute walk would help lull the Chicken to sleep so he/she would stop doing whatever to my cervix. It worked and as I sat (well, more like impersonated a beached whale) on the couch I realized that Chicken is lower. Is this possible at 33/34 weeks, though? It seems early. What are your thoughts? And should I expect him to return to my ribs between now and birth?
The sudden lowness of Chicken is a real reminder that I could be birthing a baby quite soon, and we have NOTHING prepared. I have not washed anything. We still don’t have sheets for the cosleeper. No cover for the super nice changing pad I purchased. No socks for baby’s feet. No wipes for baby’s bum. And so on. I am, for all intents and purposes, not at all prepared should Chicken come early.
This morning I did some rummaging online and found a 20% off coupon to Diapers.com. I have filled my cart with $150 in baby necessities and am now staring at it, unable to commit to checkout. It just seems like clicking that button will make everything so real.
It’s been easy to buy a thing here and there – a stroller, a carrier, a package of cute gray onsies, etc. It seems very surreal to purchase a cart full of basics that will make it possible for us to care for baby when he/she comes home. Don’t get me wrong, this is not a bad feeling! After dreaming about this for so long, though, it seems the reality is finally starting to hit home. I think I’ll let my cart linger for a little while and savor this new feeling, as I realize that I will never again experience the newness that is an impending first-time birth.
Once upon a time in 2012 when I was a bitter and intensely crampy Belle, I bought a Diva Cup and a bottle of Diva Cup Wash. I had just had a failed FET and was shocked by how heavily I was bleeding. Convinced that there was never going to be a happy ending to my story, I ordered my Diva Cup in the size recommended for women who have not delivered vaginally and who are under 30 years old (oops, either missed that age notation or was in some hard-core denial when I ordered it!)
Two weeks later two more embryos were transfered and a few days after that I tested entirely too early and saw a squinter. And the rest is history, I guess.
Last night I was going through the bathroom cabinets as step 5,000 (slight exaggeration) of our pre-move purge and found the unopened cup and wash. Was this a lucky cup? Eh, I seriously doubt that. If all our lucky charms worked then we would all be pregnant first time around! It is, however, a perfectly good diva cup and not the kind of thing I want to, you know, have out at my garage sale!
So I thought I’d do a giveaway on Scrambled Eggs and pass it on to another infertile who is still in the trenches and frustrated by the epic flow that follows a bust cycle. To enter, simply leave me a comment sharing how you cope with a bust cycle. I’ll select a random reader on Sunday and announce the winner Monday!