Had another OB appointment today. Dr. “Anderson” did a swab check for group B strep (common to have but not safe for baby during delivery) and checked Miss Swann’s heartbeat; she sounded great! The good doctor said she’s getting into position and her size indicates that barring any complications I should be able to avoid a C-section. He again (we had a longer talk last time) asked if I was going to have an epidural, this time just reminding me that it’s an option and that he’s not going to push it on me. I’ve explained to him that my plan is NOT to have an epidural, but to do my best to have Miss Swann naturally.
I didn’t have an epidural while in labor with “Em” (though I eventually did ask for it but was denied it as she made her debut 20 minutes later) and I think I’ll be fine without it this time around. Of course, I may change my mind, but for the time being, I’m OK doing this on my own. It’s not about being brave or having something to prove. I just don’t think I’ll need it. I figure if the pain was such with Em that I only finally felt like I “needed” it right before she was born, I don’t see why I should need one for Miss Swann. Just my personal preference.
As far as the pregnancy is going, I’m feeling good. Definitely feeling HUGE, despite what my weekly bump pictures show. Miss Swann continues to take up ALL available room in my belly; when she really gets dancing I can feel her simultaneously under my right rib cage and under my right hip bone. Meals are still a slow process; if I eat the way I normally do, I swear that food sits in my esophagus for 2 hours and I freak out with every little hiccup or burp.
I started Prilosec OTC last week for my heartburn: I’ve taken a total of 5 Tums in the past 7 days; what a change! Now the only thing waking me up in the middle of the night is my bladder!
Laying down for more than a few hours is getting uncomfortable, but in a strange way. If I’m laying on my left side, it’s my RIGHT hip and gluteus muscle that ache and burn, not the left.
It’s funny the different comments I get from people when they see my belly. Some say I don’t look like I’m 5 weeks from giving birth, others say I’m getting so big! I feel huge and I think I look big when I see my reflection but when I look at a picture of myself, I look smaller than I feel. Many of the people I deal with in my office are just now realizing that I’m pregnant because usually they just stop by my cubicle to ask me a question and my belly is hidden behind my desk; it’s only when I stand up that they can tell that I’m pregnant. That makes me feel good because I know that I’m not gaining weight anywhere other than belly, which is not what I did with Em. I weigh more now than I did at full-term with Em, but that’s because my starting weight was higher this time. But my overall weight gain so far is less than half of what I gained with Em. Kinda silly, but I’m proud of myself for only gaining “baby weight.”
I still have not had any swelling in my feet or hands – knock on wood – and the only waddling I do is when I stand up and she shifts down to RIGHTONTOP of my bladder and I make a beeline for the ladies’ room.
“The boys” are scheduled to arrive in a little less than 3 weeks and my mom is planning to fly out to be with my sister 2 weeks after that. I’ve already “tapped” my alternate birth coach in case Miss Swann decides to hang out until after my mom has left; of course we’re hoping that she “bakes” for the whole 40 weeks, but I would love for my mom to be with me as she was for Em’s birth. But my alternate, “Mary,” is a fabulous friend whom I trust to be calming and helpful to me, capable of telling me when I need to consider alternative pain-control methods and standing up for me with hospital staff if needed.
I keep telling “Brad” that his only job is to make sure I’ve got sushi and sake waiting for me in my recovery room (things I love but have had to do without since we started dating), but a little part of me is unsure of whether or not I want to ask him to be in the delivery room with me. Having him there with me would add that extra bit of comfort, love and assurance. Dr. Anderson said I can have as many people in the room as I need – as long as there’s still room for him and the nurse(s). I haven’t discussed this with Brad yet, and ultimately it’s his decision on whether or not he’s comfortable being in there. This is not his baby, so it’s not like he has to be there. We’ve only been together for 6 months (7 by the time Miss Swann arrives) and while he’s been incredible during this pregnancy, it’s a lot to deal with – seeing your girlfriend go through something like that. I don’t know. I think I just want him to know that IF he wants to be there I won’t stop him, but if he doesn’t, I won’t be hurt (ok, I’ll probably “hate” him for a day or so with all the hormones and emotions, but in the long run it won’t ruin our relationship). Of course, this is all assuming that my labor isn’t faster than his drive to the hospital and that he can take time off work if I go into labor on a weekday.
The highlight of this week (so far) is the fact that I’m still well-balanced. Literally. I use my Wii Fit Plus to weigh myself each week. The Wii Fit Plus not only weighs you but also checks your center of balance. Sometimes the software has you close your eyes as it weighs you, as visual cues affect your sense of balance; it did this to me yesterday. As long as I’ve owned the software and board (what you stand on to weigh in), I’ve only a handful of times ended up with my front-to-back balance being dead center. But I’ve almost always been pretty darn close to center when it comes to left-to-right. Of course, pregnancy has a way of changing how you stand and carry yourself. But THIS made my day:
35 weeks pregnant with a little girl who LOVES to hang out on my left side and I’m PERFECTLY BALANCED!! Yeah, baby!!