38 Weeks

Well we’re at the end of the road here, no doubt about it. Saw my doctor on Monday and she said I was 3 cm dilated. Maybe TMI, depending on the audience, but I think it’s darn interesting. Not unheard of, just a sign that I’m gearing up for something.

At that doctor’s appointment, she went ahead and scheduled me for an induction at 39 weeks… next Tuesday. (Eek!) Baby now has a birthdate of “no later than December 4”, making this – officially – our last week as a Party of 3.

So now we wait to see if I go into labor before then! Just like with Graham’s pregnancy, for which I was a *horrible* documenter of actual events and more complained about fankles and curtains – so most of the details about what symptoms, etc. preceded his birth (at 38 weeks, 3 days, I might mention) are completely missing.  I have time-able Braxton Hicks contractions at night now. Mostly 15 minutes apart. Sometimes 10 minutes apart.

Yesterday, though, after a visit to the chiropractor (my last visit, I decided) I was super uncomfortable all night. The contractions were strong and fairly unrelenting, lasting 2-3 minutes each. (Usually they last a minute to a minute-and-a-half). Not painful though. Until the middle of the night, that is, where two woke me up 45 minutes apart with oppressive lower back pain. They both felt like actual labor contractions. I got up and timed things for about an hour and a half. They came about 5-8 minutes apart. At about 3:00 a.m., they became less painful again, so I decided to see if I could sleep. I was actually able to, and so here we are resuming our normal daily routine today. Just… not all that well rested!

How Far Along: 38 Weeks 

Baby’s the size of: A small pumpkin.
Total Weight Gain: 35 pounds.
Gender: It’s a boy!
Best Moment this week: Lots of things! We had our sleeper sofa delivered, meaning we now have basic guest accommodations again. (Yay!) I made some freezer meals to store away until after baby is born. Thanks to my friend Andrea and a very cooperative baby Jase! We enjoyed a wonderful Thanksgiving feast with our friends, the Pratts. We took full advantage of our non-travel weekend and built shelves inside our upstairs hall closet. Okay, Andy built them. I tried to keep Graham busy by taking him with me Black Friday shopping and on a playdate another day with the Reeves family. Andy hung curtains in the baby’s room, so now I think we can call it complete! (See, I told you… LOTS of things!)
Maternity Clothes: I’m ready for round-the-clock housecoat status.
Movement: Jabby and pointy. This kid is ready for the outside.
Sleep: Yuck, awful. Contractions are waking me up at night now.
Cravings: I’m basically comforting myself with food at this point. Baby had better come soon, because I’m going to gain a ton of weight if I keep this up!
Symptoms: Let’s see. Braxton Hicks.  A waddle that is impossible to avoid. Tons of pressure. No sleep. Stuffy sinuses. Fatigue (probably because I’m not sleeping!) I don’t have fankles this time, thank goodness. But my joints are still achey and ready for me to not be huge again!
What I miss: Every movement not causing a contraction. I mean, really. With all this contracting going on – why no baby yet? Just curious.
What I’m looking forward to: Oh, just getting to meet our new little boy. That’s all. :)

Soak this one in, folks. It might just be my last belly shot! Otherwise… see you next week!

 

37 Weeks

Full term! Full term! Full term!

And no better time to hit this milestone than when I had a 5-day weekend planned. Seriously, this whole ‘having a baby in December’ thing has its merits!

How Far Along: 37 Weeks

 

Baby’s the size of: A hobbit. No seriously. The fruit/vegetable comparison says “bok choy” and to that I say HOGWASH.
Total Weight Gain: 33 pounds. Thank you peppermint ice cream!
Gender: It’s a boy!
Best Moment this week: I had a great Saturday brunch out with my girlfriends to celebrate the impending arrival of this little boy. I seriously hit the jackpot with friends down here. Also, to a much more second degree, I’m excited to have some things marked off the checklist this week. We installed the baby’s carseat in my car (Graham is BEYOND excited to get to sit next to Baby Brother), I packed my hospital bag and Graham’s overnight bag, and we had our new pullout couch delivered a solid month early. Now we actually have a place for people to stay when they visit – woot! OH, and the curtain hardware for the baby’s nursery arrived. We’ve had the curtains for awhile, but the hardware has been conspicuously missing. It came today. Yippee! Again… curtains in the nursery just. in. time.
Maternity Clothes: Got the cold weather clothes out of storage this weekend… and then the weather warmed up in to the 70’s again. Go figure.
Movement: Strong. This guy’s getting big.
Sleep: Precarious. Now every time I wake up for whatever reason, I go ahead and make a bathroom trip just for giggles.
Cravings: Yep. Sent Andy out for peppermint ice cream this week. SO delicious!!! (And such a good sport, that one!)


Symptoms: I’m finally starting to feel out of breath when I’m sitting down (and, heck, even laying down!) Other really super awesome symptoms have started too that make me wish more and more that this guy get the heck out so I can get my body back to quasi normal.
What I miss: Sigh. Not being generally uncomfortable all the time. :(
What I’m looking forward to: We’re spending Thanksgiving tomorrow at our friends’, the Pratts’, home. I’m so excited to be able to enjoy a Thanksgiving meal and not have to do all the cooking. Like I said, guys… friend jackpot. :)

Full term belly! (And, ironically, not that much room for turkey!!!)

Busted.

Oh, the name thing. It has been so difficult to pick a name for this baby. Having started the “What do we name him?” discussion promptly at 20 weeks (when we confirmed the gender on this one), I realize that we have effectively been spinning the same conversation for the last 16 weeks.

That’s 4 months.

112 days.

2,688 hours.

So, give me a break, right? That’s plenty of time to align on one simple name.

But noo-OO-oo. It’s not.

Eventually, we did get down to a name that we were pretty certain that we liked, but it required a middle name. Out came the baby books again. I paired that name every which way I could possibly imagine. We tried out family names. T.V. names. Music names. And eventually, I threw out one combo that just… felt right. Andy even stopped and said, “Yeah, I could totally see that.”

We still tried to play it cool – giving ourselves an out should ‘something better’ occur to us that hadn’t already made itself apparent in the last 2000+ hours.

But.

But, but.

I had something nagging at me. A silly little thing that I haven’t been able to put to rest. This baby is going to be here for Christmas this year, right? And kids have Christmas stockings – right?


And Christmas stockings have names on them, RIGHT?

:::Enter Pregnancy Neurosis, stage left:::

We don’t know when this baby will be here. It could be tomorrow, it could be the middle of December. Where this baby’s name is involved, I have a ‘hold off personalizing anything until we have the birth certificate’ policy. But the possibility of NOT having a stocking hanging on the fireplace for this baby this year really super bugged me.

And YES, I know. You’re all yelling at your computer screens: “Buy an UNPERSONALIZED stocking, you nitwit!” Alas, no good. Graham’s has his name on it. Even though my oldest brother’s stocking was the only one of our three siblings’ stockings with his name on it (and maybe now I know why…), I thought I already had a solution.

After a name really struck us last week, I got online and ordered a stocking with that name on it.

And I didn’t tell Andy. Because, yes, it was a little forward. We hadn’t, after all, agreed that this name was THE name. (Even though we’re like 99% sure, just commitment-phobic when it comes to this.) I figure the worst that could happen is that we name the kid something else in the hospital, and I have a Christmas stocking that I can sell on Ebay for $2. But the last thing I wanted (or want) to do is make Andy feel pressured that – due to some bits of felt and thread – we’re locked in now.

I got the shipment notification for said stocking earlier this week, and I immediately sent an email to Andy telling him not to open the box if he happened to intercept it at home.

And then I got this reply in my inbox:

 

Aaand busted.

Turns out the first thing Andy did when he saw the website I sent him was to go to that website. (Who does that?!) And the first thing he saw on that website? Christmas stockings. He knew immediately what I’d done. Apparently my brand of crazy is COMPLETELY PREDICTABLE.

But we have the first thing with our kiddo’s name on it arriving next week. I’m kinda giddy, folks, I’m not gonna lie. :)

36 Weeks

First off, a mini update. Look who’s feeling better!

The change this morning was stunning. He woke up ready for a fight, but that actually is completely normal behavior. He then requested “graham crackers and heart cereal”, and while watching episodes of Yo Gabba Gabba, he ate down the cereal and three, yes THREE, entire graham crackers. Since then, he’s been his normal goofy self. We’ve watched T.V., built tall towers out of blocks and practiced some hockey. All signs of gastrointestinal distress have disappeared.

But I still think I’ll keep him on the anti-nausea drugs today… just. in. case. 😉

About our other son? Well, let’s check in!

How Far Along: 36 Weeks

 

Baby’s the size of: A crenshaw melon? Um. I studied food for 6 years and have spent the last 6 years in product development. I have never heard of this fruit. Whatever though. Babies apparently average about 6 pounds right now. I bet mine’s tipping the scales at 7. I just have a feeling.
Total Weight Gain: Still at 31 pounds.
Gender: It’s a boy!
Best Moment this week: Well, we had a great SATURDAY, at least. Hehe. We started out our morning at a big sibling class at our hospital for Graham. They started with an arts and crafts project, which basically is all Graham cared about doing. They showed a “Silly Siblings” video, which he hated. As soon as it came on, he turned to me and said in the *LOUDEST* voice, “I DON’T LIKE THIS VIDEO.” Tough crowd. (Sorry nurses. I think the other kids liked it?) He did really dig holding a baby though. They taught the kids to swaddle babies, but Graham just wanted to pick up and hold his baby doll. For a split second, Andy and I were all “No we’re swaddling right now, not holding the baby.” Then we both realized that he is TWO and likely will not be swaddling his baby brother, for heaven’s sake. So we let him cuddle “baby brother” and it was the cutest thing ever.


Maternity Clothes: Having to add the Bella Band under shirts to cover up the gap between pants and the bottom of my shirts. I mean, it’s okay if I keep my arms down, but that’s not realistic for an entire day, is it?
Movement: Like a wild mongoose. He apparently gets ticked off if I rest my arms (or anything else) on the top of my belly. It makes my belly jump all sorts of different directions.
Sleep: Actually good these days, but we are mega-parenting right now with Graham having been so sick this week. Lots of running up and down stairs, carrying the kiddo around the house… I’m sleeping like a stone!
Cravings: I may or may not have picked up Ritz Crackers and Easy Cheese while at the grocery store with Graham earlier this week. I’m ashamed, yes, but I have no regrets.
Symptoms: My contractions are more intense and coming regularly at night now. Same deal as happened with Graham. Every 15-20 minutes or so.
What I miss: Jeans that button and zip. No kidding. I’m tired of my pants falling down!
What I’m looking forward to: Many things! First, Eddie Vedder is playing a solo concert tomorrow, and it’s actually looking promising that we may be able to go (with Graham feeling better and Andy and I not feeling yucky yet! :::knocks on wood:::) Also, my friends and I are getting together for brunch on Saturday to celebrate this imminent second kiddo of ours. Should be an excellent time!

Let’s see what the belly is up to today!

 

 

35 Weeks

In certain circles, this date is known as “35/35”. That magic time when you are 35 weeks pregnant and have 35 days remaining until your due date. For those who actually believe due dates apply, that is. As for the rest of us, it is my “35/oh-my-god-we-need-to-name-this-kid-and-when-is-pottery-barn-mailing-those-curtains-already?!?” milestone.

See also: HOW IS IT THAT BOTH OF MY CHILDREN HAVE SUSTAINED PRENATAL CURTAIN DRAMA?

Thank goodness I realize this time around that none of it matters. :::eyeroll:::

On with the update then!

How Far Along: 35 Weeks

Baby’s the size of: … a slightly bigger melon than last week! (Welcome to the thrilling world of the last month of pregnancy.) A honeydew for those who must know.
Total Weight Gain: Holding at 31 pounds. Apparently it takes a lot of energy to haul all of this around.
Gender: It’s a boy!
Best Moment this week: We went to our friends’ twins’ 1st birthday party on Saturday. So much fun to celebrate with other parents that we’ve managed to keep our children alive for 365 days. Sorry – correction – 366 days. (It’s Leap Year.) This was extra special, because they kept TWO kids alive for that first year. You can barely even notice the facial tics anymore. I had two cupcakes to celebrate. It only seemed appropriate.
Maternity Clothes: Just scraping it together nowadays. Actually, I need to get my maternity clothes from the last pregnancy down from the attic, because it’s getting cooler and I need long sleeves!
Movement: Insane and comforting. I can make out approximate length of his feet from the outside. :)
Sleep: Sad face. I’m good until about 3 am, but then my aching joints make for a difficult go after that point. It’s not just a shoulder or hip anymore either. This morning my rib cage hurt. I mean… really? My rib cage?
Cravings: Still lacking in the appetite area. Soda still sounds good. In fact, I’ll probably run and have a Fresca after this is written.
Symptoms: Big fat “zingers” started this week. It’s a sharp pain that shoots suddenly down my front and down the front of my legs. It’s not sciatica. It’s like… the opposite of sciatica. I had this in the last couple of weeks with Graham too. I wrote about it on this blog in the final week before I had him. I’m trying to make myself believe that I had it much earlier but didn’t mention it. Entirely possible. I told my doctor about this. And let me tell you, Dr. “Braxton Hicks are totally to be expected at 16 weeks for your second baby” stopped cold and asked me when I delivered Graham. She checked her chart, noted that he came at 38 weeks and told me with every seriousness that 4 more weeks was a lot more likely than 6, explaining that this is pain caused from the baby’s head bearing down. So there. She jinxed it, and I am certain to be overdue with this one. 😉
What I miss: Not feeling like I’m completing a cow-tipping when I’m turning over in bed at night.
What I’m looking forward to: Graham takes a sibling class at the hospital this Saturday. I’m so looking forward to what that entails!

Alrighty folks, great job making it all the way through that post. You deserve a picture!

:::waddles off in search of Fresca:::