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Week 34 – YOU GUYS! I AM FREE FROM BRAXTON HICKS JAIL! DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW EXCITING THIS IS? DO YOU?????????
Sorry, too much screaming. Basically, if you’ve read a single one of my bump photo posts since the 23rd week mark you’ve probably seen me talk about how I’ve been getting Braxton Hicks contractions and because I started getting them so early and this is my first baby I have basically been on high alert trying to make sure I never got more than X in an hour, or else I’d have to call the hospital and come in as my body could be sending me into pre-term labor. So basically the entire second half of my pregnancy each week my BH contractions have gotten stronger and more frequent, and I’ve lived in a state of panic trying to keep them away to keep from going into labor well before I should.
Fast forward to my doctor appointment yesterday where my lil’chunk is still measuring on the hefty side (we’ll get an ultrasound around 37 weeks to get her true weight) and my doctor whispered the sweet nothings into my ear that I no longer had to live in fear of my Braxton Hicks contractions. Around 34-35 weeks you no longer have to time and count them, you no longer have to freak out and drop what you’re doing and hop in the bath to make them stop, you no longer will find yourself at 10pm laying in bed, tears streaming down your face asking your husband, “Should I maybe take another bath to make them stop?”
I AM FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I can have as many of these buggers as my body wants and I don’t have to give two shits about them anymore. As long as they don’t start actually hurting they aren’t labor and I’m fine as a clam. It’s like pregnancy Christmas around here.
In other news, just being big. I do feel a little like I’m starting to fall apart here at the end just like people said would happen. Basically sitting in one spot for too long, laying on my side, even placing my ear on a pillow to watch tv for an extended amount of time hurts. Like, actually HURTS. There’s simply too much blood in my body, and it’s mad at me. Sleeping is basically just downright painful. I currently am sleeping on top of two of the softest pillows I own with my hip in the crack between them, being all Princess & the Pea-like, and every two hours I have to flip over to the other side because whatever side I was laying on my hip, shoulder and EAR will be throbbing in pain. It’s super swell and by about 3:30-4am each morning I contemplate calling it quits and just getting up and starting my day.
Adam has been sleeping soundly in the guest room for a few weeks now since me trying to get sleep requires no less than 6 pillows, and I’ve also developed PUPPS which is basically red itchy bumps all over my body for absolutely no other reason than I’m pregnant. Also, because I’m pregnant the only thing I can do about them is, nothing. So, that’s fun!
This little monkey in my belly though seems happy as ever and no matter how much my apps say she’s running out of room and her movements should become more subtle, she still enjoys kicking me and elbowing me as hard as she can for sometimes hours at a time. I love it though and will totally miss the feeling of her squirming in there while I wonder what in the world she could be up to now.
It really feels like the homestretch now. On Black Friday we did a super purchase of all the odds and ends left on our registry, and each day we get more packages. More things are unwrapped, put away, and her nursery and this life of having a baby feels like it’s a little closer. We enjoyed our last Thanksgiving as just the two of us by treating ourselves to a dinner out at a nice restaurant (enjoy it while you can!), talking on and on about how excited and nervous we are for this next part to begin, wondering how different Thanksgiving will be when we have a little turkey of our own to participate in the fun with us next year. On Sunday we hung Christmas lights outside and totally phoned it in, doing one of our worst jobs to date, but who cares, we’re having a baby! Next year we’ll do better, we’ll have a little one to impress.
There’s an actual finish line before us. One I can actually see (36 days as this post goes live). I’m terrified and excited all at the same time and just trying to hold on.