Holy cow. Forty-one weeks, one day pregnant. I really did not think I was going to be here, even though I know that most first babies are late.
At my last doctor’s appointment, I got hooked up to a couple of monitors for 20 minutes to listen to the baby’s heartbeat and check to see if I was having contractions.
It was pretty comfy in that giant recliner (with complimentary lap blanket) and the baby did great. This is part one of the increased testing that someone past their due date is in for, and the next step is an ultrasound on Tuesday to check my amniotic fluid levels. Continue reading →
How far along: Forty weeks, two days STILL pregnant. But who’s counting, right?
Everything else is exactly the same as last week, so I’m just going to give a little update. At my doctor’s appointment on Thursday, I decided to let her check me again even though it’s really uncomfortable and doesn’t actually tell you anything about when you’ll have the baby. The results were: 2cm dilated, 80% effaced (she originally said 70%, but when I expressed surprise that the number had gone backward, she said it was just a guess and would just keep it at 80% on my chart), and the baby’s head (which she could feel) is at a -1.
My midwife seemed pretty confident that the baby would come at some point this week, so she recommended that I go ahead and take my maternity leave starting this week. She explained that exhaustion was the enemy of natural birth, so I was more likely to have the energy to labor for as long as I needed to if I took the time to rest and take as many naps as I wanted. It took me a while to think about it and be ok with scheduling my leave, but I decided it made sense and would make things easier on work if I could tell them exactly how long I’d be gone, too.
She told me and Allan that if we wanted to urge the baby along, I could chug 2oz of castor oil mixed with orange juice (chased with a Reese’s cup, or in my case, a little brownie) first thing in the morning, on an empty stomach. After about an hour, I could eat some toast, which I did. I felt fine for the first two hours or so, but then I proceeded to get sick as a dog for the rest of the day. Not. Fun. And, most importantly, still no baby! It just made me crampy and miserable.
I’m trying really hard to just relax and enjoy some time off before the baby comes, but our future pediatrician warned me that every day past the due date felt like three weeks, and he was totally right. Any day now, Baby Bear!
How far along: Thirty-nine weeks. It’s the final countdooownnnn! One week until my due date, but as we all know, that’s more of a guess than anything else. Baby Bear could make an appearance at any time!
Baby’s size: WATERMELON?! First of all, I don’t even think most newborns could be compared to a watermelon, so I have a hard time believing this is accurate. That sounds more like the size of my belly, which is holding steady at 37 cm fundal height. Apparently there’s not much more room to grow!
Weight gain: I actually lost two pounds this week. I had read that could happen at the end and my midwife wasn’t too concerned, so whatev. Maybe that means Baby Bear is ready! Total weight gain to date: +43.
Sleep: This week, I had a bit of a scare when my belly/abdomen started hurting and getting hard at some point after 4:30am one morning. I kept trying to change position to get more comfortable, but it kept happening and going away (not at regular times or anything). I tried to relax and go back to sleep, but at 6am-ish I finally got up, drank some water, and walked around, which made it go away. That thoroughly freaked me out though! False labor is really not fun. Since then, I’ve had a few little clusters of contractions in the wee hours of the mornings, but nothing too bad.
Other than those chunks of missing sleep this week, I’ve been doing okay. I’m still super uncomfortable and my limbs have been falling asleep under my crushing weight, so I do a lot of tossing and turning and getting up to go to the bathroom, but you know…same old, same old. Continue reading →
How far along: Thirty-eight weeks pregnant, aka nine and a half months. Two weeks until my due date!
Baby’s size: At this point, the fruit/vegetable comparison is a PUMPKIN. Baby Bear is most likely well over six pounds and 19 inches long, but they don’t get more specific than that because it depends on how big your bebe is.
Weight gain: Who knows. I feel like a whale.
Sleep: Still sooo sleepy. I basically can’t get enough sleep these days. I’m usually fine during the day, especially with some coffee, but dang I get tired. Continue reading →