Holy second to last pregnancy update batman! We’re 38 weeks now (38 weeks and 3 days to be precise not that I’m counting) with 6 days left til our scheduled section (which I’ll write more about later this week – I have 6 posts left for the countdown to the end of pregnancy series and since I was out and about yesterday I forgot to post one but it’ll be up tomorrow) – I can’t believe our little guy is almost here!
Baby is…plumping up quite nicely. Hubs would say the turkey still hasn’t popped but he likely weighs around 6.5-7.5 lbs and is over 19 1/2″ long give or take – about the size of a Leek. He’s got a firm grasp which will soon be tested when the little guy grabs our fingers for the first time. His organs are matured and ready for life outside the womb – wahoo!
How I’m feeling…Not good. Not horrible – excepting for last night. I feel like I need a fork lift to get out of bed, because he’s still breech, his head is right up in my rib cage. It didn’t help that my loving mother said jokingly to me earlier this week when I was complaining to her “now you know how I felt” when I was breech back in the day. Horrible. Though I’m not sure which would be worse – not being able to bend, like, at all because baby’s breech or having the awful urge to pee even when you don’t have to because his head is pressing down on your bladder 24/7. Undecided on that one.
New this week… everyone and their mother being all like “you must be due any day now!” And what the eff makes complete effing strangers I meet at MICHAEL’s of all places think that I’m going to tell them baby Schmidt’s til now secret name (still secret by the way). Yes I’m uncomfortable, yes I still have six days left. No you don’t need to remind me, kthx. I know everyone loves a pregnant lady but I feel just big, like my waddle is more distinct and that I don’t want to talk to everyone and their freakin’ mother that I’m due on March 22nd, having a little boy, and that yes. Yes I am very excited and just because you asked, we do NOT have a name. Moving along. /end pregnancy crankiness Everything else is the same, just more enhanced. More achiness, more peeing, more bigness. More of just everything bad and uncomfortable.
Looking forward to…Friday? I mean, I know recovery from my cesarean is going to be a bia, but I’m really looking forward to not having a ton of pressure on my rib cage/diaphragm/lungs all day every day. And to eventually not having to HOIST myself out of bed. Again, I need a forklift every night.
Milestones…We got the art work up on baby’s walls! So expect the big ole nursery reveal on Monday or Tuesday! Wahoo! There’s one (big) piece missing but my in-laws are bringing that down this weekend so Hubs can hang it then. You’ll still get the gist of the nursery though. Hint, Elephants are the them and the colors are gray, yellow and navy.
In other (much sadder) news…Later this morning, I’ll be classying up my yoga pants for the funeral of a former colleague of mine who passed away earlier this week due to complications of cancer (I mean what else does a 38 week pregnant woman wear to a funeral?). A group of my old coworkers have formed a team for the relay for life at Georgetown on April 12, and while I won’t be participating because I anticipate not being recovered enough from the whole giving birth thing and you know, having a three week old infant, any donations toward the team would be so very much appreciated. Eric had an incredible personality, was loved by all of his coworkers and had an infectious laugh and smile. He will be sorely missed by all who knew him and was taken at the young age of 30. You can donate to their Relay for Life team here.