The baby could be here any day now… or not. At times I side with the “any day now” feelings and then I waiver back to the “or not.” Today I’m siding with the “or not.”
I went for my weekly checkup this morning and all is well. I didn’t gain any weight, the baby’s heartbeat sounded good, and my belly measured “just fine.” (part of me wants to ask what that means, the other part does not – I mean, know I have a big baby in there, I like that my Dr. doesn’t make a big deal out of it). I didn’t have the Dr. check me this time because really – what is it going to do besides disappoint me? He said he wouldn’t try to “move things along” until at least next week and that is wasn’t necessary, so I passed. I CAN tell you that the baby is low, sitting on my bladder, and is running out of room. But, I think at 38 weeks, that’s a given with any baby. Movement is still frequent, but it’s more like pressure from body parts more than anything because he/she needs to stretch out but can’t. I feel you, baby, I do. Look how much I’ve grown!
(Pregnancy books are NOT joking about how much you grown at the end, by the way)
Here’s a naked front view. You are very welcome!
I can’t help but compare my three pregnancies… this comparison is horrible though because the pictures are taken in different locations/perspectives. I still think I look slimmer this time. Which is weird!
My coworkers are doing a Baby Hunch Baby Pool. Take a look at my guess. As you can see I’m very optimistic. Lol.
As for the other stuff – I think I can stop saying I am almost ready and just say I am ready. The bag is packed (can’t say the same for Dan’s bag – but at least the baby and I will be dressed), the Boppy and car seat are in the car, and besides the 800 things I will probably leave at home, I can’t think of anything I could possibly forget.
Most importantly, I got my hair done today….
She didn’t cut it (except the bangs), but she did thin it and color it (I went a little lighter). So at least my hair will look cute.
I love it! Perfect timing for pictures on Sunday.
On an emotional note, it’s starting to hit me that this is it. The last pregnancy. The last baby. The time I feel kicks and punches (and contractions). The last time I will give birth and celebrate life coming from me. The last time I will get to feel super uncomfortable and wake up 9 times during the night to pee. Part of me is happy. My family is going to be complete. I didn’t feel the “complete” feeling with my previous two (even though I tried to convince myself that I did the 2nd time around), but this time I really do. The other part of me is sad. Sad that this part of my life – much like the other big moments like high school, college, wedding planning, etc – is over. It’s not that I don’t think I have SO MUCH to look forward to, no – I know there is so much more ahead of me. It’s just weird to finally climb the ladder PAST my child birthing years (and onto the wine years?). Can you tell I am a teeny bit hormonal? I’m such a sap.
Will the baby come before his/her due date? Is it a boy or a girl? Will I have a 9lb+ baby?? Stay tuned!!