Week 39!

I've got my Dr. appointment tomorrow. Last week he said we may be able to do a membrane sweep. A little something to speed up the process and jump into labour. I know he's do anytime now, but pushing the process makes the realness of it even more scary. Everything is all ready for his arrival. His dad put all the furniture together, cleaned, and organized his things. Just needs the offspring and it'll all be complete.

I've been feeling pretty good for the most part. Lots of anxiety over this reality though. I try to explain it, but I feel like I sound crazy. It actually feels like I've developed new human emotions that I didn't know existed and my brain is having a hard time processing it. I can picture the baby here with us, but my brain is still having a hard time with the whole concept. This is probably...no, no...this is definitely the scaredest (is that even a word?) I have ever been in my entire life.

We had our baby prep class earlier this week as well, to help get us prepared for what's to be expected and how to handle situations and such. It was pretty awesome. We had a private in home session, watched some videos, looked into pain killer type stuff for labour. We pretty much went through it all even post birth stuff, with the whole crying and feeding. So much stuff to remember, I feel like I need to carry a baby book around with me to look things up as they happen.

Overall, I'm quite over carrying around a beach ball around my torso. I want him out so I can get back into my normal self..which will take some time, but I'd like to get that started! I want to be able to help do things around the house, I'm tired of feeling someone kicking around my insides, I'm tired of not being able to reach my feet, or bend over, or eat certain things. I just want my old self back.

Anyhoo, stay tuned for appointment #9...at least I think it's 9.

WEEK 38!

I think I lost track of my posts. I feel like I'm on another planet right now. From time to time I'll sit there and it'll dawn on me that any day now Barry and I are going to be parents. Any day now I'll have to go to the hospital. Any day now I'm going to have to push that small person out of my vagina. Sorry for the strong "V" word. Any day now life is going to change completely. I'm a walking time bomb. Dr. A said in our last visit that I'm 2 days into what's considered full term, so it can just happen ANY TIME. I'm not sure how I feel about that. This whole thing is still pretty surreal to me. I know I've been carrying this little guy for 9 months and I should get used to it by now right? No, not really. Maybe for some people. For me it all still seems like a dream...nightmare at some moments.

I had my GBS test (Group B Streptococcus). Came back negative. Weeee, no antibiotics for me. I don't look forward to crawling into bed because I know that's when I'll start feeling the contractions. It's very comforting having Barry there during those times to help me relax. He's been really good at taking care of me and making sure I'm not lifting anything or help push me off the couch or lift me. Unfortunately I've developed that ab separation thing, which is quite common during pregnancy. Just not happy about it because I just want to get back into my yoga/workout routine, and this is only going to set me back a little bit. Have I mentioned how much I hate the way my body is changing? Looking int he mirror I just have no idea how it's all going to go back to normal! I know it will if I try, but guhhhh!

We've finished with our baby shopping as well. We've spent so much time looking at strollers that when we see a stroller on the street our instant reaction is "oh that's the Mountain Buggy!" or "oh that's the Baby Jogger, we were looking at!" Yes, this is our life now. Something that wasn't even a second thought to us has become a reality...an impulsive reaction. Barry also got the car seat installed and ready to go since we wont be able to take the Tot home if we didn't have one. All his clothes and blankets have been washed by Grandma, and I'm pretty sure she folded each little onesie with kisses and I love you's haha. I've also been addicted to this mum group on facebook that my cousin told me about. It's basically a bunch of mum's in your town/neighborhood selling new/used baby/toddler stuff. So I found a nice little high chair, some clothes, and an exersaucer. Saved me a ton of money that's for sure! Have I mentioned Barry's mum gave us a year supply of baby formula...we have boxes and boxes of that stuff. I think we're set!

We're moving into our new place soon, and I really hope the small human doesn't decide to come before. We don't have his crib set up yet, so if he decides to come, he's going to have to sleep in a hammock.

Dr. APPOINTMENT #7!

36 weeks...and I'm starting to get grumpy. Everything is uncomfortable. Sleeping is almost impossible. I can't shave my legs. I can, but I might as well be doing it with my eyes closed. If you're one of those people who shave their lady bits, good luck, you'll need a mirror. I've been feeling those braxton-hicks contractions...of course I get them when I'm trying to go to bed. I've had to plan out my sleep schedule to leave time for when I'm laying in bed in pain so it doesn't actually cut into my actual sleep schedule. Waddling has also become part of my walk now. Sometimes I waddle off balance, so when I walk I feel like I'm more concentrated on the side to side motion so I don't topple over. Guhhh.

So now to my 7th Dr. appointment. I didn't meet Dr. A at the hospital, instead I went to his actual office which is very conveniently close to where I work. We chatted more about the birth, and I believe I weighed in at 116lbs. Everything is looking normal, he says the little guy doesn't seem like he's going to be too big or too small, he's just right. Our visit was short and sweet. So back to work I went!

This is a short post because I'm grumpy and uncomfortable and I just don't feel like it. Can you tell I'm over this pregnancy thing?

Dr. APPOINTMENT #6!

So today I'm meeting Dr. A! I went to the hospital where I will be delivering. Once I got in I created a patient profile so I didn't have to worry about doing that in the last min. Dr. A came over and introduced himself and we went into his office. I guess today was a busy day for him so for the 1st while his assistant sat with me and went over all the family health background stuff I had to go through way earlier on.

Dr. A came in eventually and we chatted for a bit about labor and birth. He's very pro C-section, but he wasn't pushing it. He DID insist that I take pre-birth classes to help inform me about things and help me decide what I wanted. He also suggested I see a maternity therapist since I have a history with depression. I guess some mums have a hard time bonding/connecting with their little ones, and the therapy is supposed to help. I'm not too sure about that just yet.

After our talk he took me for a mini tour of the maternity ward. All the rooms are private, which I prefer. They don't have a nursery, so the baby will be in the room  with us at all times, which made me feel better...I watch way too many movies and I don't want to deal with any crazy baby stealers. We get our own nice little bathroom, and I guess you deliver in your room. Everything looked as cozy as it can get for a hospital. I personally hate hospitals, but I think I can handle it for 2-3 days.

Overall I was quite comfortable with the Dr. He seem's really passionate and professional, and I'm pretty happy we scored an awesome Dr. 

34 weeks down...nearly there!!