39 weeks pregnant you guys. I’ve gotta say, the last two weeks have pushed me WELL over the edge. I’m done.
First, I should say that I’m tremendously thankful that it took 37 weeks for me to become truly uncomfortable. Up until then I was still springing out of the bed, still walking or working out each day and still getting shit done on my to-do list. But then 37 weeks rolled around and with it came exhaustion and discomfort. 38 weeks was worse and I suspect that 39 weeks will be even more uncomfortable.
I feel my lousiest in the evening when Chicken “wakes up” and does calisthenics in my womb. I don’t know what this little breech baby is doing but it is PAINFUL. I can’t figure out what is beating me in the lady parts considering he/she is FRANK BREECH and still all up in my lungs but something is and holy shit it hurts so badly that it sends me jumping off the couch. The past two nights these calisthenics have been accompanied by painful contractions. A contraction starts and the squeezing sends Chicken into a tizzy of activity. All I can do is rock back and forth and groan or sit on my exercise ball, bounce and swear like a sailor. All of this, while in a nursing bra and a pair of way too small PJ shorts because this lady is SICK of wearing clothing by 5 p.m. If I could get away with being totally nude from 5 p.m. till bedtime without offending the husband and cats, then I would. Poor Professor just looks at me like a deer in the headlights and asks “What can I do?” To which I yell, “GET IT OUT OF ME!!!!”
I wish I was taking some creative liberties and embellishing, but I’m not. Chicken is large and breech, I am small and I guess have tight abs and neither of us seem to be able to get comfy. All I want to do is eat cold cereal and then march my pregnant ass into L&D and demand someone take it out promptly.
My discomfort aside, things are still looking good. I had another checkup yesterday and my blood pressure is still super low, my pee is looking good and my belly is measuring perfectly. I had lost a pound which I find SERIOUSLY hard to believe considering how many vegan cupcakes I consumed this week. My office threw me a little baby shower and had two dozen vegan cupcakes of which only a few were eaten. The Professor and I have spent the rest of the week pigging out on the remaining ones. So I don’ t know how I’ve lost a pound but the doc was not super thrilled about it.
I’m considering taking Evening Primrose Oil in hopes I can get a little pre labor started. I would love to magically go into labor next Sunday night, right before the c-section so Chicken gets some of those yummy labor hormones and squeezes. Anyone does this before with a scheduled cesarean? I really wish I could wait for labor to start for my cesarean, but then I run the risk of having a non-understanding doctor and not having any of my wishes met. It’s a tough call, really. And then Chicken thrashes my lung with his/her head and suddenly a scheduled slice and dice at 40 weeks 3 days seems… excessive. How about NOW? 🙂
In other news, our official mortgage application was faxed off yesterday. 88 pages of legalities and more signatures than I have ever given in my life. I hope we have approval in a week or so. Now the Professor and I will start on our co-op application and all the supporting documents, which is just as crazy complicated as the loan application. Anyone bought into a co-op before? Any advice on what additional stuff to include in the application packet?
Let’s end with a cat photo, because we NEVER get tired of cat pictures, right? (Humor me. I’m 39 weeks pregnant and grouchy!) Here we have Newton modeling Chicken’s new bunny hat. I ordered this to go with a little gray and white onsie for newborn pics. I can’t wait to photograph this child!