So this is the point where I open my blog posts by stating that I’m still pregnant, yes? Okay. I’m still pregnant.
In a few days I’ll be “full term” (according to the new 39-week definition) which is crazy. This seemed so far away back in June. We are going to have a real live baby soon. Yikes.
Still waiting for baby to “drop” (I think). You tell me. This was last week at 37.5 weeks:
And today, at 38.5 weeks:
Her feet are still firmly engaged in my ribcage, so I’m thinking no.
Otherwise, things are going well…ish. I feel fine, but my blood pressure has been creeping up at my last couple of appointments. My BP tends to run a little high normally (when I’m not pregnant), so while this doesn’t strike me as particularly alarming, it causes justifiable concern among my doctors and midwives due to the dreaded (and potentially dangerous) pre-eclampsia. So far, all of my labs have come back normal and I have none of the other signs of pre-e (no headaches or vision problems or swelling – still wearing my wedding rings!) but I am currently in the middle of another round of indignity with the 24-hour pee-collection jug, so we shall see.
In the meantime, I have been instructed to “take it easy.” Not bed rest exactly, but no more formal exercise or unnecessary exertion. This is…well, if I’m being honest, it’s a little frustrating because I feel fine. But I understand the reasoning and am doing my best to comply. No more gym, no more swimming. (Sorry if you came looking for bare-bellied weight room selfies! No #fitpregnancy inspiration here.)
As for baby, she seems to be doing well, passing last week’s non-stress test in just a few quick minutes on the monitor. She continues to look a little runty, so my MFM advised me to make sure I’m eating enough (I’ve still only gained about 20 lbs, which is so surprising to me – because, um, I’ve never had trouble putting on weight) and suggested milkshakes as a good, easily-digestible snack. (Okay, he actually said smoothies. My sweet tooth is painting his recommendation with a broad brush because do you know how delicious McDonald’s strawberry milkshakes are?)
So basically, I am under medical orders to be a lazy ass and eat as much as possible. This is probably the only time in my life that this will ever happen, so I’m just going to enjoy it. (#fatpregnancy? <– TM Marie!)
I guess that means that someone else will have to deal with this disaster:
That would be the nursery. Clean your damn room, baby! No allowance for you.
Oops, I guess I’m jumping ahead a few years there.
1.5 weeks to go.