One month remaining, one month! 4 weeks. Or less! Or more! Wee!!!!!
Alright, all that enthusiasum is easy on the computer, but I'm starting to feel less and less enthused these days. More like, large. Pregnant. Stiff. Waddling with hip pain every time I get up. To be fair, I really didn't start feeling PREGNANT until yesterday. Pregnant meaning, full of baby. Fat. Yesterday was 91 degrees, and I was suddenly hit with the gratefulness that I am lucky to be due in 4 weeks instead of, say, 8 or 12. All summer. 91 degrees was hot, and hotter because I was outside watching my 3 year old play and play and play. If it hadn't have been for his red face, I'd have thought I was crazy, that maybe it wasn't 91 degrees, but 70. Or something. He rode his bike, his scooter, and played happily in the dirt (always digging for dinosaur bones these days) until I finally suggested we go inside and cool ourselves.
Pregnant mama was officially done sweating, thankyouverymuch.
Yesterday was also my 36th week appointment, though this time there was no ultrasound. I'm starting to think there won't be one, which is sorta weird, right? Don't they need to see where she's at? I think she IS slightly downward now, though she still regularly moves to transverse. Anyway. I was informed that my Group B came back positive, something he reassured me meant nothing except that they'd be giving me antibiotics during labor, and that he'd like my labor to at least be 4 hours long (apparently for the antibiotics?). I forgot to ask him what happens if it's not, because that's about what it was last time, and TYPICALLY your first is longest. We shall see, of course. I need to actually write down my questions for my appointment next week (yes, down to weekly appointments) because I forget them as soon as I think of them. The way I forget just about everything as soon as I think it.
He also concluded I am dilated to 2 cm, and I swear he said 70% effaced, which seems wrong because can you be that effaced if you're only 2 cm? I doubt it. Maybe he said 7. 17. Something. Last time at 36 wks I was 1 cm, so HOPEFULLY, cross my fingers, I won't go 9 days over my due date this time. Pretty please.
I may have actually had a contraction or two, but I can't be sure. Painful somethings for several seconds, making me remember that oh yeah, labor hurts. Bad. And maybe I won't try to go without an epidural this time? I don't know. My plan thus far is to try for natural, especially if I labor as quickly as last time. I got so close, 9 cm before that partial epidural, and I know I could do it again. But those little pains jolted my memory a bit, and I also remembered how fantastic that epidural felt after even just a few short hours of constant, send you somewhere else, pain.
Anyway! I officially need to start pulling up the baby items. I keep saying that, and it keeps not happening. There's a lot of things that need to happen that keep not happening, and I'm currently blaming it on my exhaustion at the end of each day, and the fact that right now everything revolves around us putting our yard in. Or rather, Caleb putting in our sprinklers, and then digging the hole for the trampoline (yes...we're doin' it) and then there will be sod, and curbing, and landscaping. Planting. Fencing.
And yes, you can rightly assume that the majority of this has almost nothing to do with me. Caleb has been working his tail off not only working, but working outside. I feel like all I do is clean up a thin layer of dust in this home (and off my child), and the thought of also cleaning up and getting a baby's room ready makes me exhausted.
But then she'll be here! And I'll get to re-experience what exhaustion really means. We sorta can't wait.