Monday, April 22, 2013
I'm TERM! This means baby can come any day from last week! I celebrated by packing up for the hospital, and getting all of baby's clothes washed. We were tremendously blessed at my shower, so there wasn't much at all to buy. We picked up a couple of 0-3 month onsies and a newborn outfit or two, but otherwise EVERY other clothing item was gifted to us that we needed.
We are so blessed.
How far along?
37 weeks. Baby is gaining an ounce a day (chubba chubba) and that means I am too!
I've stopped weighing myself regularly. I know that I am within my recommended target, and it was starting to stress me out. I've gained right around 20lbs.
Yes! The little guy is nicely in my pelvis and has moved to the correct position for birth. My body has indicated a few signals that labour could be soon. But of course, soon means within 1-4 weeks!
Great week! It's gone very quickly and I'm very excited to be so near the end.
In fact in just 2 days I'm 38 weeks already!
I'm looking to commemorate this pregnancy in a special way for myself and for my son. It's gone so darn fast, I'm starting to grieve it before it's even over!
Looking Forward to?
Arrival of my baby boy! My birthday is on Saturday- and while I'm not planning anything spectacular, it will be my very last birthday without a baby. And that's pretty darn special.
We've finally got an appointment with the head cardiologist in SA tomorrow. We're hoping he can figure out what is wrong with my husband. It's been a tremendous fight, one that has taken every ounce of faith in me (and all our spare cash too) to stay strong. But we trust and pray that things will be resolved successfully soon.
We decided that next week (part way through 38 weeks) we'd install the carseat. It looks like he might come early/on time so we don't want to wait too long to get everything ready. I just know once I see that seat in my car I'm going to be a hormonal mess.
I've LOVED being pregnant so much, and I'm so so so sad it's over. At the same time, let's be real, I am very sore. I am very tired. I've been blessed with a very healthy pregnancy, with a blood pressure that surprises the doctors and midwives (how can a fatty be in shape?!), and with no hospital scares (for me- plenty for hubby!). But I'm getting to that crucial point every preggo has to hit- the "I'm ready to be done" phase. There is an Afrikaans word that sums it up: I'm just gatvol (pronounced with a gutteral "g") of being tired and heavy and stuck in the bathtub/bed/chair etc.
I am ready to meet my boy. I am ready to start my family. This baby can come.