39 weeks, 1 day
Jan. 23rd, 2008 10:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aubreymOnce the 'countdown' hit the single digits, it really started sinking in - pregnancy is the preparation but the real thing is just about to start. 6 days until my due date and I'm getting Braxton Hicks more frequently, and the wiggler has been poking the cervix quite a bit. Sometimes it actually hurts! I've peed more in the last few weeks than the rest of my life put together. My feet and hands are swollen, but not too badly. Overall, I feel like I'm doing pretty well for being as far along as I am. I've been so lucky during this pregnancy.
I had an appointment with Lis today. She checked me out, even tested me for protein in my urine, just in case the swelling is more serious than just normal fluid retention. Fortunately I checked out fine. I will admit to being relieved. The wiggler's heartbeat is fine and he's still head down. Unfortunately he's facing the wrong way, in that his back and mine are aligned. If he doesn't spin around, this could lead to the painful and un-fun experience of back labor for me. Ouch. Lis suggested some things I can do to help him - walking (at least a mile a day - tough for sedentary me), a yoga-ish position where I kneel with my chest to the floor and my bum in the air, walking around on all fours sometimes, and curling my back. We'll see how it goes.
The wiggler continues to pretend to be shy. He was moving all around while I was out with Mom today, then when I suggested she put her hands on my belly so she could feel it, he immediately stopped. He does that to Tom, too. It makes me giggle. I'm not sure even Lis has felt him move, though today she said she thought I was having a contraction while she was checking him out. Also - he's got quite the hard bum. It's been poking me in the chest lately.
For the first time, I got a bit of an 'oh my god you're pregnant' reaction today. Mom took her car in to the dealership for service and when they started dicking her around about how long it would take, she pulled the 'my daughter is 9 months pregnant' card. When we went to pick it up, I went in with her, and the mechanic got all wide-eyed and stuttery. I was thinking, 'don't worry - I'm not going to drop it right here' but I didn't tease him. He was all, 'let me open the door for you. Do you need me to pull up the car?' Which was about 10 feet away. I dug it, actually. Mostly people have just told me how I don't look that big. I don't want to be huge - but I want to be treated like a pregnant lady. After all, there's only a little bit of that time left, then it's not about me anymore.
I've been alternating between excitement, a bit of apprehension and some hormonal moodiness lately. I tend to snap at Tom more quickly than usual, and for the last few evenings I've almost gotten teary at whatever movie we happen to be watching. Sometimes it's connected to something obvious, like the child soldiers in Blood Diamond, sometimes not so much. Like tonight we're watching 'A History of Violence' and I started feeling the same way - like I wanted to cry, but not for any specific reason. Hormones, probably. I wonder what it's going to be like when the wiggler makes his appearance...
Perhaps we should think of a real name.
I had an appointment with Lis today. She checked me out, even tested me for protein in my urine, just in case the swelling is more serious than just normal fluid retention. Fortunately I checked out fine. I will admit to being relieved. The wiggler's heartbeat is fine and he's still head down. Unfortunately he's facing the wrong way, in that his back and mine are aligned. If he doesn't spin around, this could lead to the painful and un-fun experience of back labor for me. Ouch. Lis suggested some things I can do to help him - walking (at least a mile a day - tough for sedentary me), a yoga-ish position where I kneel with my chest to the floor and my bum in the air, walking around on all fours sometimes, and curling my back. We'll see how it goes.
The wiggler continues to pretend to be shy. He was moving all around while I was out with Mom today, then when I suggested she put her hands on my belly so she could feel it, he immediately stopped. He does that to Tom, too. It makes me giggle. I'm not sure even Lis has felt him move, though today she said she thought I was having a contraction while she was checking him out. Also - he's got quite the hard bum. It's been poking me in the chest lately.
For the first time, I got a bit of an 'oh my god you're pregnant' reaction today. Mom took her car in to the dealership for service and when they started dicking her around about how long it would take, she pulled the 'my daughter is 9 months pregnant' card. When we went to pick it up, I went in with her, and the mechanic got all wide-eyed and stuttery. I was thinking, 'don't worry - I'm not going to drop it right here' but I didn't tease him. He was all, 'let me open the door for you. Do you need me to pull up the car?' Which was about 10 feet away. I dug it, actually. Mostly people have just told me how I don't look that big. I don't want to be huge - but I want to be treated like a pregnant lady. After all, there's only a little bit of that time left, then it's not about me anymore.
I've been alternating between excitement, a bit of apprehension and some hormonal moodiness lately. I tend to snap at Tom more quickly than usual, and for the last few evenings I've almost gotten teary at whatever movie we happen to be watching. Sometimes it's connected to something obvious, like the child soldiers in Blood Diamond, sometimes not so much. Like tonight we're watching 'A History of Violence' and I started feeling the same way - like I wanted to cry, but not for any specific reason. Hormones, probably. I wonder what it's going to be like when the wiggler makes his appearance...
Perhaps we should think of a real name.
