Well friends, it is Thursday morning exactly one week before my due date. On the recommendation of quite a few friends, I finished up at work last week so right now I'm at home, sitting on my butt on the couch enjoying what are probably the last few days of sanity that I'll have for a while.
On the one hand, it feels very weird and old-fashioned to send M off to work with a kiss while I stay home. On the other, it's been nice to have a bit of time to attend to various chores at a leisurely pace and get some much-needed things done that might otherwise be neglected in the coming weeks (i.e. getting Buddy's nails clipped, having my bangs trimmed, replacing those stoopid pot lights in the kitchen that seem to burn out with annoying frequency, etc). I've also been doing a bit of cooking and baking to help stock the freezer so that we won't be subsisting on cereal and canned soup once the baby arrives. Who knew I was such a goddamn domestic goddess?
|Sort of like this, except pregnant and in dog-hair covered yoga pants.|
I guess it's good that I still have a to-do list around the house, because otherwise I think I'd be really freaking bored waiting for Chalupa Batman to make his appearance. This kid seems to be in no hurry. Which is frustrating, since he's clearly running out of room in there and I keep telling him how much more comfortable he would undoubtedly be on the outside where he's not all squished up. At our 35 week ultrasound a month ago, he was sitting in the 75th percentile and already weighing an estimated 6 pounds 5 ounces. I can't help but be reminded of a friend of mine who, after giving birth to her son, confided that he came out of her "like the fucking Kool Aid man".
|That wall will be my vagina. OH YEAH!|
In my most fervent hopes of avoiding this, at my weekly checkup on Monday I asked whether the size of the baby would have any bearing on how far overdue they'd let me go if it came to that. Unfortunately, they have no problem with letting me squeeze a 10-pound turkey out of my v-hole. They will, however, possibly induce earlier due to my "advanced maternal age", so high fives for being an old mom for a change.
Otherwise, the last couple of weeks of pregnancy have been not as terrible as I'd been led to expect. I'm sleeping ok and can achieve some semblance of "comfort" with strategically placed pillows. The biggest new annoyance has been fluid retention, which to be fair has not been very bad at all in the grand scheme of things. I've seen some fellow bloggers whose ankles have disappeared entirely, whereas for me I just seem to get a nice indent where my socks have been. The water retention has actually been worse in my hands. I stopped wearing my wedding rings weeks ago, and now when I wake up in the morning my fingers feel tight and the joints are painfully stiff and creaky. It subsides a fair bit throughout the day, but it's a not-so-nice preview of how I'll probably feel when I'm 70 or so and my family history of arthritis really kicks in.
I leave you for now with what may be my last bump picture, from 38 weeks.
I swear there are nursery pics coming, we just have a final wall that's waiting for M to put up a shelf and painting before the big reveal. Rest assured, were CB to arrive today we're ready for him.
Famous last words, right?