Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Term Tomorrow

Well, tomorrow is the "due date" (and yes, I realize it's more of a guess). I've been having, off and on, what everyone says are Braxton-Hicks because they don't hurt. On Friday, at my last appointment, I was about 60% effaced and almost 3 cm, so there was progress from the week before. I was also measuring about 40 weeks at 39 weeks 2 days. It was also at that appointment that the nurse practitioner informed me they don't want to let me go more than a week over. So I go back on Friday, assuming I haven't gone into labor by then, they're going to be scheduling an induction for next week. Which I'd rather avoid. I know induction doesn't equal c-section but it increases the chances a large amount. I'd rather keep the odds lower. They don't want to let me go too far though, likely because of the fact my blood pressure has been going a fuzz higher than they'd like when I do things. My saving grace has been the fact that if I lie down and just chill it quickly returns to normal levels. 

So we've been eating spicy foods (curry with pineapple), walking, taking L.6W herbs, pressure points, and acupuncture. I'd kind of like to get this going. 

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

39 weeks (almost)

I keep meaning to get on here and post and it just doesn't happen. The ultrasound at 37 weeks showed Saoirse head down and everything looked good. We even got a squished face mug shot. At 38 weeks 2 days, I had my first cervical check. 2 cm dilated, 50% effaced. And we continue waiting.

I'll be honest, I'm ready to finish this. I'm tired, I feel blah, and I think my body is saying it's time to only have to provide blood and oxygen to one person again. Now, my body just needs to get my uterus on board. I want the amount of clearance my brain thinks I need and the amount of clearance my stomach actually does need to be a bit closer. I want to sleep on my stomach again. I go to bed super tired and yet I'm horribly restless. My feet swell, and if something falls on the floor, more likely than not, it is staying there until I can find someone else to get it. Because bending over sucks. I'm more irritable than normal, which is just annoying in general. I can't wait to meet her, and I hate to whine, but it's my blog and a little whining seems warranted and acceptable at this point. I want to be able to show off her little self.

Based off of the ultrasound, they're guessing she'll be between 7-1/2 and 8 lbs at birth. Guess we'll find out. I'll leave you with her mug shot and me at 38 weeks.