Oh hey there, end of pregnancy. WHEN DID YOU GET HERE?!
Yesterday’s milestone was 37 weeks, a time that used to be called “full term” but has recently been renamed “early term” by the American College of Obstetrics and Gynecology. Early term implying, of course, that the baby could arrive and they won’t stop labor, but that it’s still a wee early and some significant growth and development still happens in utero for the next 2 weeks. 39 weeks is now officially called “full term.” So yea. We’ve made it to early term. Technically speaking, this baby could begin to make his appearance any day now.
HOWEVER, kind sir in utero,
Please please please please PLEAAAASE do not chose that time to be any point within the next 48 hours (at the very least! Even better, wait until 39 weeks!). Your dad is taking his family medicine board exam tomorrow. This is an incredibly important exam. This is the last medicine related exam, actually, for the next 10 years of his life (until he takes boards again, every 10 years for the rest of his career/life). The testing site is over an hour away from home so he and a couple of his co-residents are leaving this afternoon and staying in a hotel just down the street from the testing center. Tomorrow, he will have no access to his phone at any point in the day, so if I go into labor… well… I’m on my own here. He won’t know about anything happening with us until he’s released from the exam at the end of the day. So please, BoyBunny, keep holding out in there for a later, greater date than any time within the next 48 hours. This exam is MONUMENTAL in your dad’s medical career. You joining us is MONUMENTAL in our lives as well, and your dad doesn’t want to miss that and I definitely don’t want to have to go through the process of getting you here without him. So hey. Just keep on keepin’ on with what we’re doing here.
Love, your mom
I’ve got nothing spectacular to say other than that about 37 weeks. It’s a tremendous gift to have made it here. I’m both so excited, and also terrified, about welcoming a new baby into our family. Every day I say to C, “Can you believe that within the next month we will have a newborn again. A NEWBORN! THAT WAKES UP ALL NIGHT! WE’VE BEEN SLEEPING ALL NIGHT FOR OVER A YEAR NOW! WE’RE GOING TO BE SO TIRED!” Then I consider everything else that comes with a newborn (in this house), like bre.ast feeding. Thoughts like, “Gosh I hope he latches well like E did,” and, “Man those first days of nursing are hard. I hope we can get it down quickly,” and, “It’s been nice to have my body to myself for the past 7 months. I can’t believe I’m about to start another (hopefully!) year or more of being a critical food source.” I am constantly thinking about how I will approach every part of my day with E with a newborn in the mix, like E and I’s morning routine and how I might be able to accommodate nursing the baby and getting E’s breakfast ready and eating with her. I think about things like this all day. Constantly creating scenarios and options for how to deal with them. Some people might tell me that I shouldn’t do this. Whatever, I say. It helps me feel prepared. Even if nothing goes according to how I’ve thought about it, it makes me feel like I’m capable of facing anything that comes our way and that? That makes me feel peace about becoming a parent to two young children. I’m not by any means an A-type personality, but I do like to have a plan- even if nothing goes according to it.
In terms of how I’m feeling? I feel good. The worst thing going for me right now is a strained muscle in my abdomen, which is… kind of painful, to say the least. I should be taking it easy and not lifting anything over 10 lbs, but that’s just not realistic for me right now. So I deal. I mostly have a lot of energy (except, say, on mornings like this one when I steal a quick 10 minutes of snoozing on E’s bedroom floor while she plays), which is nice. I’ve somehow managed to keep up with cleaning and doing my hair at least once a week. I’m running out of energy to actually care enough to make real dinners, but I figure something has to give. I am 37 weeks pregnant, after all.
At my doctor’s appointment this week we went over our birth plan. All looks good and as long as things are/remain uncomplicated, it looks like C will get to deliver his son into this world. I also had the GBS swab done- but am still waiting on hearing back on that. i was GBS positive with E and it wasn’t a huge deal, so I’m not really stressed about how this comes out. Ideally, of course, it’ll be negative. It’s nice to not have to have the extra hassle of IV antibiotics to deal with on top of, you know, labor. My doctor also felt the baby’s position and did a quick ultrasound to confirm it. BoyBunny is hanging out, head down, with lots of fluid around him. I asked for a guess of the baby’s weight (I did this when I was 37 weeks w/E too). He said that it feels like he’s about 6-6.5lbs right now, and will probably be a comparable birth weight to E (which was 7lbs 3oz). I’m excited to find out. We didn’t discuss my weight, but I’m assuming that I’m doing okay because despite last week’s illness, my efforts to make up some weight have been overall successful and I put on 4 lbs since my last appointment.
The ONE hiccup? The ONLY downside/bummer/worry? My doctor is going on leave… for 6 days… next week. As are all my first choice backup doctors. *blank, terrified stare* I’m not mad, of course. I’m not even a little irritated. Doctors have families and lives outside of their patients. They desperately need time away. They desperately need time with their families. Their families desperately need time with them when they actually have the doctor’s undivided attention. I can most assuredly appreciate this, because I am/have been that family. I just hope that, again, BoyBunny holds out. Basically, between C’s board exam tomorrow, and my doctor being out of town for a week, and my MIL not arriving until I’m 39 weeks, it’s REALLY BEST FOR ALL INVOLVED if he waits on making his appearance until 39 weeks or later.
So… yea. I think that’s it. 37 weeks. Belly button is flat/out, but not protruding or anything. Feeling pretty good- good energy overall, not super uncomfortable, aside from my strained belly muscle. Still in denial about it being any day(ish)(but hopefully not). Our world is basically about to get flipped upside down, and that’s totally fine, because it seems that in some ways it’s already starting to (hello, almost 2 year old? What on earth prompted this meltdown again?!).