38 Weeks: Pee Wee, Pinterest & (Not Much) Patience

Restless. That's the word of the week. (Show of hands: how many of you hear "word of the week" and think of Pee Wee Herman's "word of the day"? No kidding, just me? Huh...)

I've turned a corner at 38 weeks and shifted from "Please keep this baby inside one more week!" to "I want this baby out NOW!" That didn't take long, did it? Ha.

Well, she is due in less than two weeks. And I'm uncomfortable and achy and impatient and nesting like nobody's business - washing baby clothes, organizing everything that possibly can be organized, scrubbing floors, packing my hospital bag...and Pinteresting (like that verb?) like a mad woman.

One Pinterest project this week has been nursing tanks/camis. I wanted to buy a couple, but the stinking things are $20 apiece! I figured surely I could find a DIY option. Pinterest failed me not. Tadaaa:

Clearance camis at Target: $4.50 each. Packet of snaps at Michael's: $1.49. Some scissors and a needle and thread: hey, already had those - $0. Saving money AND keeping busy: definitely priceless.

Thank you, Pinterest. I do heart you.

Anyway, at 38 weeks:

Baby is the size of a: Pumpkin. A pumpkin. That's...big.

 

  

Development: I think now's a good time to change this category to "Developments" (as in, labor-related developments). I'm sitting at about a fingertip dilated, 60% effaced, and -1 station. Last week I was 30% effaced and not dilated at all. (So things are moving the right direction, though, really, those numbers mean very little in terms of when labor might start. It could be a while yet or could come on suddenly at any time now.)

 

What else? I'm crampy, and my lower back hurts. And I'm still contracting, of course (I'm a pro at that by now; ha), here and there.

 

But it's all a waiting/watching game, isn't it?

 

Movement: She was squirming around like a fish during my OB appointment yesterday.

Weight gain: Oh. My. Word. I'm almost afraid to type this, but according to the doctor's scales, I gained four pounds this last week! In one stinking week. What the...??? It's not like a lived on pizza - it was just a normal week. Maybe this shouldn't shock me, though; it seems like my pattern has been to go 2-3 weeks with little to no gain and then to have a sudden "growth spurt." Or it could be random fluctuation. I'll be curious to see my numbers next week. But with this four, that makes 23 pounds total so far. Whew! (Waddle, waddle...)

Maternity clothes: Um, yeah. Pretty soon even those aren't going to fit...

 

 

Sleep: I don't want to talk about it. (Sigh...)

Aversions/Cravings: Nah.

 

Symptoms: Itchyitchyitchy stomach and swollen ankles - lovely. Also, she's got her head down in my pelvis and is bumping into all kinds of nerves down there. Feels like lightning bolts...not in a good way.

I miss: My baby. And I haven't even met her yet. Come on, girl!

I feel: Fat. (Well, I do. Ha.)

 

Looking forward to: Meeting this baby!!!