36 weeks down. That’s 252 days. Or, more than 6,000 hours. And still more to go. Oy. I cannot imagine another four weeks of this. OR MORE.
36 Weeks (9/16/2013)
How far along? 36 weeks
Baby’s Size: Honeydew
Maternity clothes? Yup, most of what I wear. Still wearing some non-maternity tanks and my non-maternity yoga pants.
Best moment this week: Finishing baby girl’s Halloween costume!
Miss anything? Not being in pain 24/7. Simple as that.
Movement: Yes, and different than earlier for sure. More uncomfortable rolls and slides than kicks.
Food cravings: Anything someone would make for me where I don’t have to lift a finger.
Anything making you queasy or sick: Nothing but the daily heartburn on and off all day.
Labor signs: Nope, not even Braxton Hicks contractions. I would think that my pelvic pain is a labor sign but APPARENTLY NOT. I’ll get to that.
Symptoms: My pelvis being about one second away from snapping in half at all time. Every step causing intense pain in my hips/pelvis. Not being able to cross my legs while at my desk without lifting my leg WITH MY HAND and making whimpering noise due to the pain. And trying to turn over at night (or worse yet- get out of bed to pee, like I have to do a million times) brings tears to my eyes. Per two OB’s and a chiro- it’s all “normal.” Why some people get lucky with no symptoms like this is beyond me. This is like the bursitis I had two years ago – very similar- but in some ways, it’s worse. Maybe because I got VICODIN back then.
Belly button in or out? Innie but barely
Happy or moody most of the time: Moody. I’m over it and just DONE now. (These bump updates should be a joy to read for the remainder of my pregnancy, right?! Sorry in advance.)
Looking forward to: Any spare moment B has off so that he can do the stuff I can’t. It always makes me feel so much better.
Stick a fork in me- I’m done. Two weeks now of misery that’s not going away. Pregnancy has always been about the end result for me – I’m not one of those people who is all gaga over the attention of being pregnant or trying to “enjoy” the pregnancy. It’s about growing our child. A means to an end result. And now that my constant reality is pain… it’s just about time to call this one. As you’ve read in earlier posts, I’ve been wanting to go past my due date for maternity leave and visitor reasons… no longer. I figure once we hit October it’s game over and she’s welcome AT ANY TIME.
On Wednesday, my chiropractor adjusted me and predicted I would go early. She said that baby is head down (she is- and has been a while) and that she’s dropped (I can’t tell that, because she still feels up high in my ribs, but my pelvis feels like red hot misery, so who knows.)
My OB at Friday’s appointment echoed the last OB at last week’s appointment, that it was “normal.” She also checked me and guess who is NOT dilated? Me. I was sure with all the pressure and pain I’d show some signs of the baby engaging.
First priority, I want baby girl healthy and safe. But as a very close second… I just want to be done with this bone-crushing pain.
I’m currently unable to be on my feet for very long without feeling like the baby is going to fall out. (Which apparently she won’t since NO PROGRESS but it doesn’t make it feel any less uncomfortable.) B had to grocery shop for me this week because I just couldn’t do it. I managed to work up the energy to get in the car and make the trip to Buy Buy Baby yesterday, and when they seemingly didn’t have something that their website said they had, I literally started to cry. Not even because they didn’t have it, but because I endured all the pain of traveling there for nothing and would need to do another trip. LUCKILY, they ended up having it elsewhere in the store, and I was able to make baby girl’s Halloween costume… a bottle of Sriracha!
(Before- and after!)
I have a few touch-up’s to do, but it should be pretty cute! And for about $10! I can’t do much around the house anymore so crafting it is.
Oh and I took this picture before heading to Buy Buy Baby. It kind of amuses me how not pregnant I look from the front. And how MASSIVE I am from the side. And how very little I care about personal hygiene. I need to hire a happy little short person to shave my legs for me since that hasn’t happened since August.
Also Florida, if you could stop hitting 90 degrees every day that would be great.
And since I’m already complaining… I’ve reached that point where everything everyone says pisses me off. If one more person says I will miss being pregnant I will have a stroke. I will miss one thing moderately- and that’s the kicks. But I’ll have her on the outside which is a million times better. I also am insanely sick of being told medical things. “You know they won’t stop labor after 36 weeks.” NO KIDDING. I haven’t been in the care of an OB who discusses things like this with me when I see her now, oh, WEEKLY. Or the ever popular “You should do XYZ for your pain.” I’ve pretty much done it all. And I should add, I have not asked anyone about how to handle my pain except my OB(s) and chiropractor. Not asking for anyone else’s opinion. Simply because, it’s come to my attention that no two pregnancies are alike. Even just comparing myself to Twinner would be crazy- our pregnancies are two weeks apart and we could not feel more different. I’ve essentially given up and am in the hands of my doctors and the pregnancy Gods now.
So will baby come early or not? I had been so sure she would be late based on my hopes and, well, who knows what else. When my chiropractor said I’d go early, it was the first time I had considered it (and it sent me into a bit of a tailspin!) I’ve heard all the stories by now… women who were dilated 3cm for weeks… women who were not dilated and then had their baby less than 24 hours later… anything could happen. So there’s still time for you guys to guess when she will arrive! I can’t wait for her to come… just, when she’s ready!