Ok, I’ve never actually done one of these so-called “bump dates” (play on words! so cute! or gag-worthy!), but I am giving in today because I have big news:
The baby has turned!
For anyone who follows me on Facebook or Instagram, I’ve been posting updates on how my stubborn baby –mostly due to her size (estimated to be huge) and my body’s overzealous production of amniotic fluid (called polyhydramnios)–was firmly staying in the breech position. Her size + the fluid = not a high chance of flipping head-down, so I was facing a C-section if I didn’t get the little missy to cooperate.
But yesterday, at my 36-week check up, after my OB insisted on checking me, despite my whiny protests (I mean really, I hate being checked), her face took on one of complete surprise while what felt like the entire rest of her body disappeared into my nether-regions.
“Well, I’ll be, Chaunie!” she exclaimed. “That’s a head I feel!”
And as awkward as it was, we celebrated together right there on that examination table while I lay exposed from the waist down. Such is the stuff of motherhood.
I am so excited and I honestly don’t know if it was sheer luck or the sheer amount of effort (handstands in the pool = not a pretty sight) I have been putting in over the past two weeks to get this lil’ lady turned, but whatever it was, I’m so glad it happened. My biggest fear was a C-section and more importantly, trying to recover from a C-section with the crazies at home, so thank you to anyone who prayed for me, because it definitely worked!
And now, the bumpdates:
Weight gain: Hahahahaha, as if I’d tell you that. I don’t look at the scale when I go to the doctor’s and I ask them not to tell me until the very end, because what’s the point? I know it’s around 30 pounds, which is what I’ve gained for all my other pregnancies too.
Cravings: Um, food? Honestly, I don’t think I get any more cravings during pregnancy than I normally do–I love food in general, although summer always leaves me wanting ice cream.
Feeling: I was drifting into that bad negative mental place of no-man’s land in this last month, simply because I am so miserable and I was beginning to think the baby would never turn. Now, though, I’ve had this huge mental burst and am feeling so much more positive. The end is in sight, my friends!
Physical symptoms: I’m definitely the biggest I’ve ever been–I measured 39 weeks yesterday–so even walking is a struggle for me these days. I’m pretty pathetic. And my hips have been popping out and killing me, so I’m trying to go the chiropractor as much as I can to get everything aligned for labor.
Baby prep: Honestly, everything is pretty much set. I went through a crazy nesting phase around 30 weeks and got everything ready. All that’s left is finishing up her closet shelves, which is the hub’s department and should be done soon. And I’m still on the hunt for the perfect baby wrap and a video monitor for her room, something I’ve never owned.
The plan: Ok, this is what I was so excited to tell you about–I am in the final countdown! Because of the baby’s size, my fluid levels, and her potential to flip again and/or get tangled up in her cord, my OB is recommending an induction at 38 weeks. Of course, I’m hesitant about inductions, but I talked to our cousin, who is the world’s most amazing midwife and she recommended the induction as well. In her words, the pros far outweigh the cons and I trust her judgment 100%. So do you realize that this means?!
I have only two weeks left of being pregnant!!!
Ok, sorry, but I’m just a tad excited about that. It seems surreal, crazy, and insane to imagine a new baby in our lives, but it’s happening and I’ll be in a whirlwind of trying to squeeze in our last drops of summer, get ahead on some of my work projects so I can recover and enjoy that baby, and get everything ready and prepped. I can’t believe it’s all happening so quickly and looking back, it feels like the pregnancy has really flown by.
And now, to prep myself for the fact that as excited as I am to be done with pregnancy in two short weeks, I will be bringing home a real, live, potentially enormous newborn. Who still doesn’t have a name.
Perhaps I can ask for more prayers, yes?