33 Weeks and 4 Days

After I showered this morning, I looked down and thought the following things:

(1)  Shit, I should really shave my legs soon.  This will be embarrassing if I go into labor.

(2)  Shit, I really need to schedule a bikini wax.  This will be embarrassing if I go into labor.

A few things happened during my first labor and delivery.  I was lucky, you could say.  The day my water broke, I was at a bridal shower for my sister-in-law.  It was April, so I was wearing a cute wrap dress and heels.  I was required to look nice, so I had just shaved my legs that morning, straightened my hair, and even did my nails.

I had also started on my every-few-week bikini waxes.  Really, just another excuse to go to the spa and get something else done.  So I got my bikini wax the Thursday before I went into labor.  Again, perfect timing.  Even though I didn’t know in advance that I would end up having to get an episiotomy, I was lucky with that, too (in my opinion).  I feel like the less going on down there, the better off you are when someone is trying to stitch up your lady parts.

My fear is that this time, everything will be the opposite.  Meaning I might actually feel the contractions before my water breaks (if it breaks at all prematurely), that I will have put off shaving my legs too long, or that I will have missed my bikini wax appointment.  I know – some of these things are stupid, but I think I took them for granted last time because everything just worked out so well!

The good news is that the chances of my water breaking early are higher because it has already happened to me.  As long as I have time to get that epidural in, I will be okay.  That is the part that scares me the most, honestly.  How can it ever get easier to let someone insert a needle into your spine without moving a muscle?

I also asked my doctor if I would end up needing another episiotomy this time around.  The recovery sucked big time (again, in my experience, the recovery was worse than the actual labor and delivery process for sure).  She said it would be very unlikely that I would need to get cut again, because my body “knows what to do” this time around, and as such, labor shouldn’t last as long (so she says).

I was in the hospital last week for dehydration and contractions (I will save the details for a different post), but they ended up doing a bedside ultrasound to check on baby.  This was nice because I didn’t get to have one that late in the game for my first because she was so early.  Anyhow, the ultrasound tech showed me the kid already has two centimeters of hair on his or her head.  THANKS FOR THE HEARTBURN!  Oh well, at least we won’t have a bald baby 🙂

WE COULD HAVE BABY #2 IN TWO WEEKS!  YIKES!

 

 

30 weeks, 3 days – Bébé is Size of a Summer Cantaloupe

10 more weeks left!  I’m sure it will feel like a year.

I had my 30 week appointment yesterday.  I’m happy that every time I go in, they all seem very happy about how baby and I am progressing.  This time, the nurse and doctor both made positive comments about my weight and how I am only carrying in the belly, which will be great for losing the baby weight down the line.  Believe me, that is the LAST thing on my mind right now.  All I can think about is surrounding myself with yummy sandwiches and hot dogs and sushi once baby girl is born.  That’s when I’ll be packing on the real pounds, since the whole morning sickness idea will be a thing of the past!

I have found that sleeping is no longer as easy for me.  I wake up at least six times a night now, having to pee.  I can never get comfortable.  And I get so upset, because if you know me, you know I love my sleep.  The worst part is that I finally start to get comfortable and calm around 5:30 or 6 a.m., which is when hubby wakes up.  So what’s the point?  So disheartening.

I would also like to touch briefly and as generically as possible about being “blocked up” in the digestive system, because it is real, and it is normal to occur in the third trimester.  I feel like my body has stopped working.  Baby girl must be pressing on all of my intestines and messing up how my system works.  Tuesday was the worst day ever.  I actually had to call my brother and ask him to bring over some prune juice because I was doubling over in pain and Mike wouldn’t be home for hours and I thought I might actually pass out from the pain.  Doesn’t get much more embarrassing than that.  Now I’m terrified to eat anything that could potentially block me up.   I know, TMI, but I keep reading about how “normal” all of this is.

I also never had heartburn before in my life.  Now I do!   Another normalcy in the third trimester, evidently.  Picture this:  I eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich at 6 p.m. for dinner (I didn’t feel like cooking, and Mike was bowling that night).  All good, watching Hindsight on VH1 and lounging around with the dog.  Finally go up to lay down at about 10.   A few minutes after I lay down, I am tasting the peanut butter in my mouth!  SO NASTY.  So now, for the first time in my life, I’ve had to purchase Tums.  I didn’t even know what kind to buy, so I bought like 3 different kinds (they even make them in chews now – kind of like Starburst).  So that has helped a bit, but now I have to stay away from even more foods, and determine if I am eating too close to bedtime.  This shit just keeps getting better!

feeling: It’s physically difficult to get up from chairs/ couches/ bed.  I feel good today though, and it’s probably because the sun is out and I listened to St. Patrick’s Day music on my way into work 🙂  I keep waiting to feel awesome and motivated, but I fear that will never happen before baby girl arrives.

reading: Nothing!  Let’s talk about how unprepared I am going to be for this baby.  I really need to start reading “The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding” before it’s too late.  My friend kindly lent it to me, and I have not even started on it.  I also need to finish my other book about French parenting techniques.  Please, please, please bring on the motivation!!

buying:  We are going on a hunt for a nice glider chair this weekend.  Mike is shocked at how pricey they are and told me I can sit on the couch downstairs while nursing.  I laughed at him and told him if I had to walk up the creaky stairs after baby girl falls asleep with the dog barking at me to let him out and she wakes up, I would be bringing her into him.  So we are looking at gliders this weekend 🙂  Other than that, I have invested in some baby leggings, because they are freaking adorable:

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sleeping: I get up about six times per night to go to the bathroom, which is always fun.  I’m starting to get used to it.  I even try to monitor my fluid intake before going to sleep, but it doesn’t even matter.

getting used to: Not being able to see my feet, and random people commenting on my belly and how pregnant I look.  I’m not offended anymore, so that’s good.

craving:  plain cheese pizza!  Mike and I went to Pizza Hut for the lunch buffet on a rare occasion when we were both working from home when the roads were too bad to go to work.  I could have sat there for three hours eating their plain cheese pizza while dipping it in ranch.  I have also been on a Cool Ranch Dorito kick as of late.  I know, nothing but healthy stuff for baby girl!  I figure she won’t have any allergies after all the crap I’ve been eating and hopefully won’t have to deal with any of that gluten free/ peanut allergy business that so many parents are having to deal with these days.  I hope she has an appetite like mine, and will eat or try pretty much anything 🙂

pondering:  Giving Young Living Oils a shot.  I know a few consultants, and I really want to order the start kit, but it is so expensive!  I have been researching about how the oils can benefit newborns, etc, so I’d really like to talk Mike into it by the time she is here.  Anything to make our house calm and happy.  The problem is, I am easily sold on certain things that happen to be trending.  Mike thinks this makes me a sucker, because he thinks everything is a pyramid scheme and all the people are out to get money and add to their pyramid scheme.  I’m going to keep trying – and if that doesn’t work, I think I will add it to our baby registry, hahaha.  Either that, or my birthday is coming up, and I could tell him that is what I want (see response from hubby below).

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