Week 39 and feelin’ fine. I made the point both OBs were slightly skeptical I would make and quite honestly have zero signs of labor. FW is settled down, my body is in the groove of pregnancy. This baby ain’t goin’ nowhere soon (well not for a few days until he is artificially ejected from his home.
After some awesome responses, I am feeling much more chilled and much less anxious about birth. I have heard many, many successful induction stories (by which I mean no C-section). I am also less stressed about a C-section in general and only viewing it with the same apprehension I viewed having my wisdom teeth out with. Plus, turning the corner into the week FW will come has allowed me to focus on that and not the actual birth. Realistically, while the birth can be an awesome positive experience, it is just one day (or three apparently) in the kid’s life. And a day they won’t remember. So, now I am just looking forward to seeing what will happen and going with the flow.
Also, my relaxing was helped considerably by visiting two friends and their 2-week old daughter. While I don’t want to downplay their sleepless nights and adjustments, they were surprisingly… normal. Conversation was surprisingly… normal. Just with a baby there – who they were awesome at handling. I looked around and thought, ‘OK, I can do this. I can picture this life, it is all good’. I think I had heard too much about how simply terrible the first few weeks were, and had started to panic. Both parents were cheerful and engaging and the baby was awesome.
Also, Wes was awesome with the infant. He held her confidently and in a variety of positions, holding conversation and remaining unshaken when she cried. I am not *quite* at that stage. Ahem. In fact, I drove to their house thinking I would politely refuse to hold the girl using one of my usual excuses (‘I think I feel a cold coming on’), but decided that really… a week before my own infant was due… I should conquer this fear. I sat on the sofa and surrounded her with as much body as I could, stared at her nervously, intently and unrelentingly, and looked up with panic when she cried to the amusement of her utterly unphased parents. Yeah, I am sure I will get better at that when I have ‘my own’. 😉
Firework is doing well. We went for our very last ultrasound. He is so squished in there (although I do appreciate that he is less squished, due to all the fluid, than most, and thus I am way more comfortable than most women at this stage) it was hard to get a decent picture. We got one, and due to it being slightly creepy I would normally not share it, but it was kind of a special moment. Not only did I actually recognize his face for once, but when it popped up and I said ‘there, I can see his mouth’, he smiled. OK, babies don’t smile yet in the way we do (although that is now being challenged, as is the supposition that they don’t cry in utero) but he did form a smiley face, and it was awesome. I *finally* teared up a little bit at an ultrasound (Wes regularly plays ‘perfect dad’ and gets emotional, but I don’t think I have cried since 12 weeks when they thought they had lost the heartbeat).
FW passed his biophysical with flying colors. My fluid has INCREASED ever so slightly (good grief, up to a princely 26.5) but I have no beef with that – it’s all stations go soon so no point worrying (they put our induction back slightly due to a scheduling conflict).
For me? I feel absolutely great and can still often forget that I am pregnant. I still run… er waddle quickly… up the stairs. And although tonight I randomly developed an incredibly sore throat I am hoping it will pass ASAP. I realised I never updated the weight progress. 25 lbs, which I guess is about it. I feel neither good nor bad about this – it just is what it is. I am pretty comfortable, walking is fine, I have tonnes of energy. I will miss being pregnant but am not terrified of the postpartum wreck of a body since we saw aforementioned friends at the weekend, and the Mum looked amazingly well and healthy. I am going to miss people’s faces when they stop me in the supermarket / elevator / hallway and ask me when I am due, and I say ‘Baby is coming in 3 days’. Their look of shock is priceless, and I gotta admit, I love when they stutter something along the lines of ‘Wow, you look amazing’. 🙂 I have started to work from home for 1/2 of each day – the Dr recommended I get some rest (Wes all but insisted I get some rest) and it has been nice to transition to that slowly.
Wes is doing well – he is excited to meet FW and get start a new kind of life together. I loved that he went to get himself some T-shirts today and came back with a pack of baby socks because he ‘couldn’t resist’. I love that he is excited.
Parents and godparent are on standby for a call with news and info. And we have the final thing in place before FW was allowed to come: my Ma hand-knitted the most amazing shawl ever. It arrived yesterday (but we didn’t pick it up until today) and is absolutely beautiful. My Godmother knitted me something similar when I was first born and I not only still have it, but absolutely treasured it my whole life. I know FW will love his just as much.
This might be my last pregnancy post 🙂 See you on the other side.