The bags are packed and the piggies are polished in a very tongue-in-cheek shade of hopeful. Come on baby!
Well, folks, 36 weeks {and 1 day}! I met with my OB on Tuesday and everything is still looking good! Baby is head down but not engaged. I'm 1 1/2-2 centimeters dilated and 50% effaced! I thought that was rather exciting but Dr. Okun was quick to remind me that I can sit this way for weeks. Ugh. The doc also gave the baby a good squeezin and had a weight guesstimate of somewhere between 6 and 6 1/2 lbs. This made me rethink the boys' preemie onesie I had chosen for the baby to come home in. I'll take it though. Grow baby, grow!
BUT...I'm also thankful. My discomfort is because I am one week away from term. Two weeks away from full term. And I know that it's worth all the discomfort in the world if it means we get to leave the hospital with our healthy baby.
It's incredibly hard to believe, but 2 days from now is where I was at when I delivered the boys!
I have to say, I've been a little leery of reaching this point in the pregnancy. After all, it was at 27 weeks when I developed Preeclampsia and preterm labor with the boys. It was 28 weeks when I came home from the hospital on all kinds of different medications and with a contraction monitoring system. And it was the next 6 weeks that we lived on edge wondering which contraction was going to be the final straw and we were going to have our babies. So, it's been with much apprehension that I've approached 28 weeks this time...and my OB knows it! Thankfully, at my appointment yesterday, she tried to put my mind to rest by checking to make sure that I haven't started to dilate or show any other signs of premature labor. She also performed a fFN (or a Fetal Fibronectin Test) which if negative indicates a 99.99% chance that you will not deliver your baby in the next 2 weeks. Both checked out great! So while we still have some time between now and a healthy full-term baby, our chances of getting there this time seem more promising!
Can a baby "feel" big in utero? No, seriously?! I feel like there's a small toddler rolling around in my belly most of the day! The kicks are up and down and sideways...and non-stop! It usually keeps me up for a good hour at bedtime and wakes me in the morning. I don't ever remember feeling the boys move like this and I especially don't remember my belly moving like it does now either. For just a little less than 2 pounds, this baby has some spunk!
I had another doctor's appointment today and all went well! I measured at 18 weeks, have gained a pound since the last appointment, and heard the baby's heartbeat (147 bpm). I also had a chance to ask the doc about why I haven't been feeling much movement. She gently reminded me that this is only ONE baby and that it's not uncommon to not feel much movement until 20 weeks! So different, this single pregnancy thing! I feel like I have no idea what to expect! By 17 weeks with the boys, I felt like a boxing ring, had heartburn so badly it was hard to eat, had gained nearly 15 pounds, and was measuring in the third trimester. This time at 17 weeks, I struggle between wearing maternity (which are too big and look almost silly) and non-maternity clothes (which are tight and often uncomfortable), still can sleep on my stomach somewhat comfortably, and have to think really hard about if what I'm feeling is movement or just dinner talking back. I just don't feel very pregnant. Plain and simple.
I reached 15 weeks this last Wednesday and with it came feeling the baby move for the first time! If I remember right, 15 weeks is when I felt the boys move too, only I was convinced that's not what I was really feeling. It took me calling my mom, mother-in-law, and many friends to FINALLY believe that it truly was the babies moving. This time around, however, I'm not so naive. And while it caught me a bit off guard, I was instantaneously 100% sure that it was #3 moving around. Ahh, what a wonderful thing to feel the baby move. In fact, I think it's my absolute favorite part about being pregnant! It's something that only you and that little one share. And I particularly love how much that movement changes as the baby grows. I specifically remember rubbing on Ben's knee when it would poke me in my side and then when he was born that knee felt so familiar! Such an amazing thing!


