I can’t believe it, but I had my last appointment today. My OB had a bone to pick with me because she saw my Facebook status that my bags were packed and had a panicked moment where she thought she was delivering my baby this week. Whoops! I guess she figured moms never have their bags packed in advance the fourth time around. I am shocked myself that I am so prepared. Maybe it is the nesting energy?
BOOM! They really failed me on the mirror cleaning. Based on where the concentration of dirtiness is, I would guess that someone had brought a toddler in before me. At least, that is what all of my windows and glass doors look like at my house at that level. On an unrelated note, I am loving the elastic waistband fad for this summer (for obvious reasons). I just got these shorts at J. Crew and I am hoping they will be good to me these next few post partum months.
The appointment was uneventful, as usual. Blood pressure was good, Baby Lady’s hearbeat sounded good, I haven’t gained any weight this week either (looking at this belly, I find that hard to believe), and I’m measuring about 37-38 weeks. The nurse got me all prepped for the internal exam and I was really dreading it, but my OB kindly asked me if I would prefer to skip it and was met with a resounding yes! I mean, I had Wren at 38 weeks, but I really don’t feel like I am anywhere close to labor this time around. I’ll have maybe one painful contraction a night.
I really think this baby is going to be my biggest one. It is weird not having all that extra fluid like I did with Wren. My belly is totally lopsided, with a big lump on the right side where her back is. Sometimes, if I am sitting really still, I can see her practicing her breathing. And I can see her have the hiccups every evening. If there is a loud noise that happens near my belly, Baby Lady gets startled and jumps. It is so cute. Ruthie felt her moving around for the first time the other night. She thought it was hilarious. Rosie has a baby in her belly too, apparently.
The girls are hanging in there with an invalid mama. Ruth has been acting out a lot, but I think she just misses having more attention from me. Wren has been following around the older girls while they run around the house and play. If Ruth and Rose are pushing their baby dolls around the house in their little shopping carts while they go “shopping” (I have no idea where they get that, I am a strictly online shopper these days), Wren will grab a baby doll and toddle behind them, babbling happily.
I promise we don’t eat Chick Fil A every day. It only appears that way. . . . . . .
The older girls always sweetly give Wren their blueberries because they know she loves them.
So the itinerary is to relax and keep my feet up this weekend (I want to go to the pool, but I think it’s going to rain all weekend), go get my bloodwork done at the hospital on Monday (apparently that will expedite my pre-op on Tuesday), and go in bright and early Tuesday to have this baby! I can’t wait to finally see the face of this little person who has been growing and kicking me all these months! Prayers that her delivery goes smoothly and both she and I do well would be MUCH appreciated. I want her delivery and my recovery to be just as uneventful as her pregnancy has been.