Dang it. I did it again. Months without writing much down and I feel like I’m slowly forgetting everything that I wanted to remember forever. We’ve had a busy few months and are so excited for baby boy to join us.
Rest assured, I’m much larger than this now. November 5 – 35 weeks, 2 days
Today, I’m 37 weeks and 3 days. I can’t believe the end (or beginning?) is already so near! My checkups have been going well and I’m so happy I get to hear this sweet little guy’s heartbeat once a week now. Last week I got my cerclage out and it was a doozy. I forgot to take ibuprofen so that was dumb, but I’m not so sure it would have helped much anyway. I possibly almost broke Josh’s hand. Removing stitches from your cervix after they’ve been in there for about 20 weeks feels like someone is just cutting chunks off of your vagina. It’s so painful. But it’s done! Baby boy can fall out anytime now! (Although he won’t because he’s HUGE just like his big sis. Originally, my doctor said she wouldn’t let me go past 40 weeks, but yesterday, surprisingly, she said she wouldn’t let me go more than a week late. Strange. I don’t know if she forgot he was massive or just knows that I would really prefer not to be induced or have a c-section. That being said, she did schedule me to be induced on November 6th, two days before my due date, but she said it’s fine if I want to cancel it. I probably will. I am really hoping this guys decides to come on his own. End of November sounds good to me. :)
This boy would not turn around so the tech switched to 4D and got this sweet image of him. Kind of hard to see if you don’t know what you’re looking at, but I feel like this gave me a true glimpse into what he’ll really look like!
What else… Two tests prove I don’t have gestational diabetes, just really big kids! I did find out that I have GBS though. That worries me, even though the likelihood of passing it along to baby boy and him having a problem is pretty small. Just another thing to think about and stress about. I think those are the big updates! Oh, and we decided we’re not going to circumcise him. I never thought I’d be on this side of the big circumcision debate, but I am. The thought of it just sounds so barbaric and unnatural. I do sometimes worry that even though it’s becoming more and more normal (I read somewhere that it’s a 50/50 split nowadays), he will feel uncomfortable or abnormal in the locker room or among friends, but I feel confident that we’re doing the right thing. I wouldn’t ever get Kaya’s ears pierced without her informed consent, so why would I have part of my baby’s penis hacked off? No way.
We went to a wedding. I felt enormous. Pretty sure I’m 4 times bigger now. HAHAHA. :(
Lastly and on a non-peen-related note, though we’re struggling a little financially as Josh looks for a job (he has a huge and great prospect!), I decided to take the maximum disability I could before my due date. 4 weeks! I wanted to make sure I spent some quality time with Kaya and got a few big projects/goals completed before this guy makes his appearance. November 8th was my last day and I feel like I’ve been going nonstop ever since.
I got really good at taking bump photos for awhile, but since I’ve been home, I haven’t taken any. Whoops. In searching for these, I did find some super cute ones I never posted from when I was “small.” I’ll have to post them for comparison at some point. Anyway, here are the latest few!
Kaya came to work with me! September 14 – 27 weeks, 6 days
September 18 – 28 weeks, 3 days
September 24 – 29 weeks, 2 days
October 2 – 30 weeks, 3 days
October 9 – 31 weeks, 3 days
October 17 – 32 weeks, 4 days
October 22 – 33 weeks, 2 days
October 30 – 34 weeks, 3 days
I did another one of these thingys because its cool to compare them and helps me stay slightly on track:
Baby Size: Friggin’ huge. My last ultrasound was on November 5th at 35 weeks and 2 days. At that point, he was measuring 3 weeks ahead in almost all categories and weighed approximately 8 pounds and 1 once. And his head was off the charts in the 99th percentile. So basically, I’m going to have a 45 pound child. Oh, and also, he has spiky hair. :)
Weight gain: I already forgot what I weighed at my checkup yesterday, but it was somewhere around 153 pounds. Holy cow, that sounds like so much. I think I weighed around 120ish when I got pregnant so I’ve gained a little over 30 pounds. This bizarre thing is that my measurements have been about a week behind for the last few checkups even though my little man is a giant.
Maternity clothes: I live in only maternity clothes except for my now extremely small undies and my extra large bras. Can’t wait to wear “real” clothes again so I can have slightly more variety.
Stretch marks: The same. Everywhere. Big. Deep. Blue. :(
Sleep: About a week ago I woke up only once during the night and it was glorious. Other than that, I wake up about 12 times and just flop around (with great effort) or get up to pee.
Movement: When this guys moves, he MOVES. Big ‘ol kicks and flips. I can really feel bones and butt now. I swear his head is already in my vagina, but I know it’s not. It’s been down that way for a long time though so I can’t say I’ve ever really felt it (or at least known that’s what I was feeling) through my belly.
Looking forward to: Meeting this guy and squeezing him and kissing him and snuggling him. And of course, watching Josh become a dad again. And perhaps my favorite, watching Kaya turn into a big sister. I CAN’T WAIT.
Food cravings: This whole time I keep saying I don’t have cravings, but I do. I have one hell of a sweet tooth. I just want to get anything sugary constantly. Also a big fan of quesadillas, although that is not necessarily pregnancy-related.
Food aversions: I EAT ALL THE FOOD.
Signs: Sometimes I get punched/kicked so hard I’m certain this man is coming out. Or he headbutts my cervix and I feel like I’m going to explode. My lower back has been killing me, but it’s probably because I’m huge and uncomfortable all the time. No contractions! My cevix was 2 cm and 50% effaced as of yesterday, but I know you can waddle around like that for weeks so that doesn’t make me feel like he’s coming out any sooner.
What I miss: Lugging around my little girl. She tells me daily that when Baby Brother comes out, I will be able to lift her and give her piggyback rides. I’m so excited for that. I’ve been lifting her a little (like in shopping carts and other random times), but it’s not often and I’m very careful.
Symptoms: Just chronic uncomfortableness I guess. I made that word up. My back hurts, my shoulders hurt, sometimes my stretch marks hurt. My uterus aches often, my feet look fairly normal, but are swollen and achy. My skin is super dry, my hair is brittle… now I’m just complaining…
Nursery: WOO! Nearly done, shockingly. I’m not even close to as freaked out about not having everything done like last time. Is he really going to use it much the first few months? No. That being said I basically just need to paint (tomorrow, I think) and hang up a curtain rod. Easy peasy.
Belly Button in or out? OUT. Kaya pokes at it and says it’s big.
Wedding rings on or off? Engagement ring is long gone and my wedding ring (for the first time ever I think?) is pretty snug.
Mood: READY. I don’t think that’s a mood, but although I feel like I have a zillion things that would be convenient to do, I feel pretty at ease with this guy coming whenever he wants to come even if I have a pile of projects that are half done.
It’s hard to believe that in just a few short weeks (or days!), I’ll be holding my tiny(ish) baby boy in my arms. It’s hard to imagine life with another person in it, but it feels so right. Sometimes I get sad thinking about how I won’t be able to feel his little movements inside me anymore. Sometimes I want to keep him all to myself, safe and sound inside my body. But mostly, I feel so lucky that this tiny person is going to be born into a family that loves him so much already. I’m trying to savor these last few moments as much as I can, but we are all so ready for him to be a part of our world. Now, he just needs a name!
Lastly, I leave you with this ridiculous photo that makes me laugh. And with that I’m going to bed because I’m old and tired.
Just noticed the beer bottle. Classy.