36 weeks, 5 days
When you're reaching the end, every one of those days gets counted. Kind of like when you're a kid and someone asks you how old you are and you say "I'm seven and three quarters."
I feel huge. Especially when I look back at wearing this same dress at 20 weeks. But have a bit more than 3 weeks to go still. So, no complaining yet! And I've only gained about 12 or 13 lbs, so it's not like I'm lugging around a ton of extra weight. In fact, I still weigh less than I did at my highest weight almost exactly three years ago.
I'm getting a bit sore in various parts, but I shall spare you all the details. Suffice it to say that I am enjoying some nice warm soaks in the bathtub. I may have fallen asleep in the bath on Friday night. I'm most comfortable in the water - bath or pool - right now, and glad that my hospital will have a lovely large, warm, tub in the delivery unit.
Last week was the week of a zillion appointments. Thumper was not being a compliant baby at my regularly scheduled appointment, and they couldn't get a good reading on his non-stress test, so I got sent to the hospital to have the test done there. After about 3 hours of testing, between the 2 offices, they got some sort of acceptable reading and let me go, but I had to come back and do the test again the next day. Passed with flying colors on day 2. I kind of cheated and had a cup of coffee beforehand, but whatever makes him move is good, right? Now, let's not have this happen every Wednesday, ok??
I also saw the endocrinologist, and the gestational diabetes seems to be under control with diet alone, so I don't need insulin. Yay!
If Thumper doesn't arrive by his due date (January 4), I'll be scheduled for an induction b/c of the diabetes. I'm not enthused about this - largely because I'm worried about the possibility of a longer and more difficult labor - but it's the right thing to do for medical reasons. And I have to admit that a certain part of me likes the idea of knowing that he will be here by a certain date. Deadlines. I like them.
On Saturday, two of my friends threw me a lovely baby shower. I was kind of nervous before hand. I don't like being the center of attention when I don't get to run the show. (Ahem. Control freak.) I might have been hiding in the bathroom at home, but I relaxed once I got there. Family, friends, food, and no stupid shower games. Perfect! I was overwhelmed by the generosity of family and friends. We got so many lovely gifts for Thumper, including a couple of handmade ones, which will be documented in due time. (Due time = when I am less lazy.)
I can't believe that in a few short weeks, I'll have a baby. Crazy.
36 weeks, 5 days
When you're reaching the end, every one of those days gets counted. Kind of like when you're a kid and someone asks you how old you are and you say "I'm seven and three quarters."
I feel huge. Especially when I look back at wearing this same dress at 20 weeks. But have a bit more than 3 weeks to go still. So, no complaining yet! And I've only gained about 12 or 13 lbs, so it's not like I'm lugging around a ton of extra weight. In fact, I still weigh less than I did at my highest weight almost exactly three years ago.
I'm getting a bit sore in various parts, but I shall spare you all the details. Suffice it to say that I am enjoying some nice warm soaks in the bathtub. I may have fallen asleep in the bath on Friday night. I'm most comfortable in the water - bath or pool - right now, and glad that my hospital will have a lovely large, warm, tub in the delivery unit.
Last week was the week of a zillion appointments. Thumper was not being a compliant baby at my regularly scheduled appointment, and they couldn't get a good reading on his non-stress test, so I got sent to the hospital to have the test done there. After about 3 hours of testing, between the 2 offices, they got some sort of acceptable reading and let me go, but I had to come back and do the test again the next day. Passed with flying colors on day 2. I kind of cheated and had a cup of coffee beforehand, but whatever makes him move is good, right? Now, let's not have this happen every Wednesday, ok??
I also saw the endocrinologist, and the gestational diabetes seems to be under control with diet alone, so I don't need insulin. Yay!
If Thumper doesn't arrive by his due date (January 4), I'll be scheduled for an induction b/c of the diabetes. I'm not enthused about this - largely because I'm worried about the possibility of a longer and more difficult labor - but it's the right thing to do for medical reasons. And I have to admit that a certain part of me likes the idea of knowing that he will be here by a certain date. Deadlines. I like them.
On Saturday, two of my friends threw me a lovely baby shower. I was kind of nervous before hand. I don't like being the center of attention when I don't get to run the show. (Ahem. Control freak.) I might have been hiding in the bathroom at home, but I relaxed once I got there. Family, friends, food, and no stupid shower games. Perfect! I was overwhelmed by the generosity of family and friends. We got so many lovely gifts for Thumper, including a couple of handmade ones, which will be documented in due time. (Due time = when I am less lazy.)
I can't believe that in a few short weeks, I'll have a baby. Crazy.