This last week I have been feeling it. It as in the pregnancy. It as in it being almost over. It as in the tiny ninja that will not stop terrorizing my bladder. And how, exactly, does such a tiny little thing manage to get hiccups NO LESS than 4 times a day?! She must know how much it drives me crazy.
I have actually been very fortunate with this third trimester. With Jamie and Alice I was miserable. I’m not just saying that I was ready for it to be over (because I am ready for this pregnancy to be over). But with Alice, I remember actually crying in my doctor’s office at my 38 week appointment when she checked me and there was no change from the week before. I was devastated. I really didn’t think I’d be able to make it another 2 weeks (so I drank some castor oil and that did the trick). But with Charlotte, I’m quite content being 37 weeks and not in labor.
What am I not content with? Gaining 2 pounds in 1 week. 2 pounds! That’s ridiculous. The nurse was probably right when she said it was “water weight” (but really….c’mon…that’s the lamest excuse ever, and what is water weight anyway?? It’s still weight!!). But yes, my weight gain is up.
Weight gain: +2 lbs (8 lbs total)
Baby’s HR: 146
Dilation: a fingertip.
Yes. You read that right. A fingertip. I am 37 weeks with my FOURTH baby and I am only a fingertip dilated. Not gonna lie, I’ve probably been a fingertip dilated for months. All these contractions I’ve been having apparently have been psych outs and have not been pushing things along. I think that tonight I might walk. I just thought maybe doing laundry non-stop and chasing after the kittens would be enough exercise during the pregnancy, but I’m gonna have to step it up a notch.
Here is a picture of me at 36 weeks, 4 days. Ah, it makes me laugh. My belly is huge.
Since then, Jamie has gotten a haircut and looks rather grown up.
Okay, so to sum things up, I’m actually okay with only being a fingertip dilated (which I think is really just a nice way of saying I’m not really dilated at all). 3 weeks to my due date, still plenty of time to let Charlotte know that she isn’t really welcome in there anymore. I’d like to hold her. In my hands. I have lots and lots of cute baby outfits that are crying for her, 2 sisters and a brother who are anxious to meet her, and a Daddy who wouldn’t mind a little break from work ;). I give her 2 more weeks, then I’m sending Danny to the store for some castor oil.