We have made it to 34 weeks. A bit of a milestone as most babies born before 34 weeks need some kind of additional care in a hospital, whereas "34 weekers" on up do very well on their own (though are usually still monitored in the hospital for a few days). Three more weeks until full term. We are rushing towards the finish line, legs crossed, hoping she will not make an appearance for at least another 3 weeks so we can go to the birth center instead of a hospital!
It may seem slightly manic that I am so worried about her coming early, but if she is born as early as my sister and I were she would be here before thanksgiving. The goal is to make it December, doesn't matter when in December, as long as we get there!
This week my belly has made a noticeable drop. I feel like I am walking around with an apple dangling in my nether regions. I know she isn't just going to fall out, but sometimes it rather feels that way, particularly driving over potholes and feeling her head wobbling between my legs. It is really one of the most bizarre sensations. Here is a picture of where we were a month ago compared with today:
It is so exciting to witness her acting more and more like a baby. She responds more to songs, and to the voices of people she knows, and she is becoming more and more aware of her surroundings. Her movements (they aren't kicks- she doesn't have room in there to kick) send my whole belly wobbling from side to side. While she is getting more and more alert however, I am moving more into hibernation mode. Honestly, I sleep huge amounts, I limit myself to one or two major activities a day. Basically getting on the link, going downtown, eating lunch, and getting my enormous belly back home again is about all I am cut out for in one day. I still manage to stay somewhat active, going out for a walk, or doing a yoga video most days, but it is about all I can do. My brain still seems to think I am capable of much much more, which leaves me with long lists of tasks still remaining to be done at the end of the day (another good reason I need more time to get ready before this girl arrives). I am hoping this is my body's way of storing sleep for the coming months, and not a reflection of how much sleep I will still be wanting once the baby arrives, because otherwise we are in trouble!
Other than that, I am still doing very well physically. I had about a week of heartburn, it didn't really hurt- but it was uncomfortable, though that seems to have gone away as she gets lower. I am still eating smaller meals though, it just takes a lot less food to fill me up, and honestly I am not as hungry as I was last month (which is a good thing, I was eating like a trucker!)
I also went in for a pregnancy massage this week. It was epic! Even though it is hard to relax while baby girl was thumping away in there (she wasn't so sure about the massage), it was still amazing. I had no idea I could even BE sore in the places I was; my hips were so tender the masseuse could hardly touch them at first. I didn't even know how broken my hips were until I walked out of there like a new (though still waddling) pregnant gal.
Sprout is still head down, and still measuring about a week ahead, which is great if she does come early, and we are making the epic switch of moving from midwife appointments every two weeks to every week until Sprout makes her appearance in the world. Appointments every week are nice for a few reasons, first, I will get to know the midwives a lot more, and second we will be able to keep an eye on things as they go along.
I also bought Sproutlette her first Christmas dress this week; due to the extreme cuteness I have to post a picture of it:
And next week Kyle's office is throwing us a shower. It is a joint shower, with another couple who is due at his office (the husband works there) and they are due in January. I am exciting to meet them both, excited for the shower, and even more excited to finally get to see Kyle's office! More updates on that to come! But for now you can enjoy a picture of the invite which is also cute, but perhaps it is my hormones making me overly susceptible to infant toes.