Haven't had anything to post in a while, as lately everything had been pretty routine. Rick and I had a virus that made us cough and sneeze a lot, but that seems to have passed now. Mainly, baby has been doing beautifully - even though she's big enough to necessitate another ultrasound for growth/fluid level check.
Speaking of big baby, I currently have a 51.5" circumference. (My mother had a point - a waist is supposed to be the smallest part of your torso, lol.) And this is AFTER she seems to have dropped into 'locked and loaded' position for birth. So yeah, it appears we're on track for a 9lb baby. As I told everyone it would happen to begin with, even the midwives who didn't want to believe me. Ah well, she won't be bigger than I can manage to birth.
And because she has wedged her head firmly in my pelvis, I am peeing every few minutes. I had no idea how much I could pee in one day. Seriously. I can be exiting the bathroom and she'll roll her head around and I have to go again. BUT! I am proud to say that, as of yet, I have not wet my pants. Not even a little. Nothing. ...*knocks on wood*
Because this wouldn't be a proper post from me without some little bit of TMI, here you go. The three words that are currently the bane of my existence: itchy, bleeding hemorrhoids. 'Nuff said.
My mother told me the other day that she was really proud of me for being committed to as natural a process as possible. (I'm still planning to give this whole thing a shot w/o an epidural, and I plan on breastfeeding for as long as possible, so long as baby & I are comfortable.) Made me feel pretty good, coming from her. I guess even when we get past the need to please our moms, there is still a happy little pleasure that comes from their validation, eh?
Pardon me, I'm having a contraction and need to pause.
Ok, all better. Those buggers can hurt, but my muscles seem to be adjusting to them, and most often now they're more uncomfortable than painful. Thank heavens.
The nursery is partially done. We had a brainstorm the other night about slipcovering a chair that will work beautifully in there, so that's another project to be done soon. We've also got our bedroom organized and far cleaner than it has been in ages. We pulled the obnoxious giant wall cabinet out of the tiny downstairs bathroom and replaced it with a smaller (and actually pretty) one, we've been working our way through the loads of crap that were in the bigger cabinet and throwing away loads of old stuff. We also got a new towel rack up on the wall to replace the old cracked plastic spring-loaded rack - I got tired of the arms swinging out and trying to take out my eyes. We got a set of key hooks hung by the front door so we can keep track of our spares and I can stop losing my keys. We moved a bookcase into the upstairs bathroom for storage, and it works beautifully. The kitchen has stayed fairly neat and functional since we both dug in and decided to stay on top of the dishes. With nothing piling up, it doesn't get so messy in there. And I'm finally making a noticeable dent in the backlog of laundry. We have so far to go with the mess, but I'm trying to remember to go through my mental checklist of what we HAVE accomplished so that I don't get discouraged. The nesting urge is sort of there, but what with illness and exhaustion, I'm not able to scrub like I'd prefer. Maybe this is the universe's way of telling me I need to get over my need to be a good 'housekeeper for show.' (If it's just Rick and I, the mess doesn't bother us so much. But the second someone else is going to walk through the door, I want it spotless and get really embarrassed when it isn't. I'm getting better about it out of necessity, but I still don't like it.) It's one of the only times I care what other people think, and I really should let go of that. Especially w/a kid in the house, right?
My darling fetus (emphasis on the FEET) has been quite active today, so I'm relieved that she's decided to rest for the moment. Those kicks and punches are not as full extension as they used to be, but she's a LOT bigger now and they HURT when she gets going!The upside is that Rick gets to enjoy the show she puts on when she's dancing - it's really easy to see her active movements from the outside, and he can feel some of the smaller stuff just by resting a hand on my belly. And heaven help us all if he gets close up and talks to her. I get stretched & pummeled while she moves towards his voice, then she tries to kick him in the mouth (or hand or whatever is closest) once she figures out where he is. Entertaining, if a bit uncomfortable for me. :)
I should probably get off the comp now and do something useful, like feed and bathe myself. I'll update again when there's something more to share, perhaps after tomorrow's ultrasound and prenatal visit? Oh yes, I get to start weekly visits now, yay fun! Less than a calendar month to the due date!
...I will not freak out, I will not freak out, I will not freak out, I will not freak out...
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