Cheese Baby: Week 39
|December 16, 2013||Posted by Lauren under Pregnancy|
We’ve made it to the 40th week of pregnancy!!
With only 5 days(!) left until my due date, I figured I’d do another update with the naive hopes that it’ll be my last. Yes, I realize that based on family history and the fact that I’m a first-timer, Baby has a better chance of being late than early. But that doesn’t mean I can’t dream, right?
Thoughts from the 40th Week:
While I won’t say this pregnancy has gone by quickly, I can tell you that it feels a little surreal to finally be here. I’ve been counting down to December 21st for the better part of a year, and now that it’s less than a week away I find that I can hardly believe it. On one hand I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever. On the other, it seems like just yesterday that I saw that positive test.
Like the naive first time parents that we are, Evan and I decided to “celebrate” our last weekend as a family of two. Unfortunately, however, there’s only so much a person can do when she’s one week away from her due date, so my ideal romantic ski weekend away wasn’t really an option. The snow storm put a minor crimp in our plans, but I did manage to get a much needed haircut and we actually went out to a fancy dinner for the first time in a long time (and maybe our last date night for awhile!?).
Sometimes I wear normal clothes
As a side note, eggplant parm does not actually induce labor…just in case anyone was wondering.
Somehow the belly just keeps growing. I really don’t understand how this is possible. Nor do I understand why she hasn’t busted her way out yet due to lack of space, but here we are. Ready to pop with no signs of baby.
Apparently we didn’t take photos at 19 or 29 weeks, but…same idea (18 vs. 28 vs. 39 weeks)
I’m trying really hard to prepare myself to still be pregnant on the 21st (and Christmas, for that matter), but it’s much easier said than done. I honestly can imagine no situation in which I’m still pregnant next Saturday and feeling excited about it. In my mind it’d be like running a marathon, getting to what you believe should be the finish line and having the race coordinator say, “Surprise! We moved the finish line back but can’t tell you by how much. Just relax and try to enjoy the extra miles!”
I think I’d feel much less anxious for the end if it weren’t for the knowledge that I’m carrying what appears to be a very large baby. Our growth scan last Monday measured her bigger than expected at this point (even by my most generous estimates). I know there’s a large margin of error with these things, but even my OB estimates that she’s a big girl. And I can feel her in there folks. There is nothing but baby in this belly — all scrunched and taking up every single inch of available real estate. I know I’m so lucky that she seems to be healthy and thriving, but…every single day that goes by is a day where she gets bigger. And that scares me more than I want to admit.
I’m pretty sure that my hospital bag, like every other suitcase I’ve ever carried, is way over-packed. I’ll definitely need every change of clothes, that kindle and my iPod, right?? Just like going on a mini vacation. At least it’s ready to go and the car seat is installed.
I alternate between periods of extreme exhaustion and strange bursts of energy. One minute I’ll be lying on the couch, convinced that I will never ever be able to muster enough energy to lift my weight off and the next I’ll be madly scrubbing at some invisible piece of dust that only I can see. Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve started to notice all sorts of dirt that never seemed to bother me before. Fan blades, the nooks and crannies in our gas fireplace, the horrible crack between the fridge and the kitchen floor. How have I lived with this mess for so long?? Evan is convinced I’ve gone crazy. I don’t really think I’m in a position to argue.
One month of growth (week 35 vs 39)
The nursery is finished…mostly. I still need a glider and want to hang a few more photos on the walls, but other than that, it’s ready and waiting for a baby. Truth is she probably won’t be getting much use out of it in those first few weeks anyway, but at least all her stuff is washed and organized.
Although I said I was going to start running again this past week as a way to maybe encourage my body to go into labor sooner rather than later (worth a shot, right??), I was too chicken (tired?) to actually do it. We had a week of freezing temps and a weekend with tons of snow and the thought of running through that at 9 months pregnant was just not appealing. I “ran” for a few quick spurts during our walks, but since Evan could easily keep up with me at his normal walking pace, I’m not really sure that qualifies.
Staying active continues to get tougher, but in general it feels better than just sitting around waiting for Cheese Baby to make her entrance. So I’ve been sticking to my routine of daily walks + yoga, pilates, and strength training a few times a week. I actually picked up the weights 3 different times this week. My workouts aren’t anything to brag about, but it’s the little victories at this point…
Braxton Hicks contractions — I’m over you. I’ve been feeling these things for months now. At first they scared me, then they excited me (my body is warming up!), and now they just annoy me. I’m tired of feeling fake contractions and false labor. Bring on the real thing, please.
Related: Although I’m not looking forward to the pain of labor, I can now see how women get to the point where they welcome the start of it. Not only because I’m anxious to meet my baby (because Cheese Baby, I really truly am), but also because at this point I would go through anything so that I wouldn’t have to feel this way anymore. Yes, I realize that sounds kind of selfish and awful, but it’s true.
Total weight gain: holding steady at 28 pounds
Number of days I’ve been pregnant: 275
Number of days I might still be pregnant: 5 – 19(!)
Days left until maternity leave begins: 2 – 3 (trying to make it to Wednesday, but my brain is quickly becoming mush)
Number of times during the past week when I’ve thought, could this be it?: 3
Pieces of chocolate consumed in the past week: too many to count