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Week 37 – Another week of random thoughts, feelings and general weirdness as we wait for the arrival of Baby Girl Jones. Here are some of the things I jotted down in my notes section of my phone as week 37 progressed.
Listening to a parenting podcast on the way to work the topic of “How to talk about world tragedy with your kids” came on and before I knew it there were tears in my eyes. Very soon here I’ll be a parent faced with explaining the harshness of the world to a precious little person, and the thought of having to tell her how horrible and scary this world can be broke my heart. This parenting stuff is going to be hard, isn’t it?
How long after I have the baby before some of the weird pregnancy symptoms go away? Like my super smelling nose? Immediately? Weeks? I won’t miss my hyper sniffer or my cracked bloody nose ONE BIT. The other morning I pulled something that looked exactly like a dried cranberry from my nose and I just sat there looking at it in awe. What has happened to me?
Walking or even just standing for any length of time is getting harder due to these stabbing pains I randomly get in the area where my legs attach to my pelvis. I’ll be walking or standing and then WHAM. It feels like the baby is in there with a tiny knife trying to cut away the ligament that is connecting my leg to my body. Sometimes it’s just the once, sometimes it’s in both legs, and sometimes it happens again and again and again and I just stand there trying not gasp. I know this has to do with my ligaments loosening for birth and how low she is, but it’s freaky and I’d like the baby to stop trying to detach my legs from my body.
There has been no decrease in movement from the baby as she runs out of room. The apps keep telling me to expect it, and she just keeps being feisty. I assume this means I have a little version of myself on my hands here soon… Each time I tell my mom this she cackles. I think she’s actually hoping that I have a tiny me inside me just so I can know a little of the pain that she felt at times raising a strong willed lady. Bring it on Baby Jones!
Earlier in the week I had a couple nights where I was visited by at least one episode of crazy pain. One night it was a high belly one-sided cramp that lasted for 30+ minutes and kept me from being able to shift positions, get out of bed or flip over. And then just as it started, it was gone. The next night I woke to painful Braxton Hicks and the feeling that each movement from the baby was trying to tear through the skin in my uterus. Some days my uterus actually feels sore in the morning from all my powerful Braxton Hicks contractions. Like an overworked muscle. Each time I tell Adam the BH contractions have a twinge of pain these days he follows it up with, “BUT YOU ARE SURE ITS NOT LABOR, RIGHT!?!?!??!?!??” But I know it isn’t. No patten. Do not increase in frequency. Just kinda suck. I do wonder if because I’m so used to these stupid BH that when real labor does start if I’ll talk myself out of it for quite a while before finally accepting this is the real deal…
Last Saturday I did nothing. Absolutely nothing at all other than lounge around. I felt helpless and gross and sick of being so useless. And then I went to bed that night. For the first time in two weeks I wasn’t woken in 1-2 hour intervals in pain from a BH that was trying to squeeze the life out of me. Unlike the two nights prior I didn’t have any extreme cramping for 45+ minutes for absolutely no reason. I slept. In three hour stretches of time. And when I did wake, it was just because I had to pee. No violent cramping, no devil BH, just pee. I am never getting off this couch again till I go into labor.
And finally, the most important bit of news of it all, we got another look at our lil’chunk on Tuesday. The ultrasound showed that Baby Jones’ head was measuring at 37 weeks the same size as a baby who’s been cooking till 41 weeks. Ummmmmmmmmmm, excuse me? They also made a guess on her weight (7 lbs 2oz – but that can be off by 1 lb in either direction), but the thing that terrified me was the head measurement. That is not up for debate. That is how big her head it. That tiny little baby hat I packed in the hospital bag, yeah… that’s probably not going to fit. All things considered the doctor was very meh about the whole thing, being all, You have a giant headed baby, but you aren’t dilated yet so we’ll just keep watching you. We definitely wont let you go far at all past your due date though. So, yeah. That day I walked around in a little bit of a haze, but the news has settled in now. My child has a big head. So, if next Wednesday I go to my check and I have started dilating at all, there’s a high likelihood that I could end up induced the weekend of the 2nd or 3rd. I COULD HAVE THIS BABY NEXT WEEKEND. Wow. Now it’s all up to my body, and this giant headed baby. Maybe it’s a tiny little week left, maybe it’s two weeks left, but whatever it is, we’re not running late here with Big Head, so the clock truly is ticking folks. The baby’s coming.