Bumpday – 33 weeks
It is entirely probable that 2 months from today, I will have an outside baby. The latest I can reasonably go – according to my midwives – is 42 weeks, which is 4/16. I am hoping the bean arrives sometime before then.
My last day of work is now scheduled for no later than 4/5/12 (i.e. 40 weeks 3 days). Even if my baby is still inside then, I am not coming back to work. No way, no how.
I am 7 weeks from my due date, and 4 weeks from being full term. Those numbers seem so close, yet so far away!
Baby size: Alvie is the size of a honeydew (emphasis on ewwwwww)! He weighs between 4.2 to 5.8 pounds and is between 17.2 to 18.7 inches long. As of last Monday, the u/s tech had him at 4.8 lbs, but I don’t think he’s quite that big. (There’s a 2 lb margin of error in ultrasound weight guessing.)
I’m feeling: Okay. Tired. Ready to be done. Enormous. Happy that Alvie is so active. Sad that he’s trying to kill me. Bruised. (Seriously.)
Physical changes: Breathing is getting really difficult – I’m always short of breath. I hate having things touching my belly. I’m ginormous. I am almost looking forward to him dropping, just to take some pressure off my lungs, even if it does mean more pressure on my bladder (last night, I didn’t even wake up ONCE to pee!).
Baby stuff: His little bones are hardening and his ginormous brain is developing.
Body Image: Fine. Mostly. I feel big, but not fat, so that’s good, right? I also feel hairy.
Food stuff: Sugar cravings are OUT OF CONTROL. It’s insane.
Things I miss: Breathing.
Prep Work (Things to do between now & Alvie Bean Day)
Find a pediatrician, lock down a daycare (two more tours scheduled!), recycle all the old electronics in the office, get the carpet cleaning appointment made, find a maid service for quarterly deep cleans, finalize shower list for shower giver! Find a new doula!
Attend childbirth class, take babymoon (canceled – SAD), make sure all essentials are purchased (diapers and carseat at this point!), pack hospital bag
March: Attend breastfeeding & newborn care class; finish getting less essential essentials (rocking chair, crib, changing table, other random stuff), make a plan for freezer meals, finish getting nursery ready, sign up for FMLA
The closer we get, the less anxiety I have over both the labor/birth part AND the being responsible for another human thing. I guess that’s why this is so uncomfortable. Because seriously – so uncomfortable. Not to mention bruised.
Anyways – it will all come soon enough!
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