The Home Stretch

36 weeks.

 

Yes... we are definitely in the home stretch now.

 

It's funny how my feelings have shifted from "I can't wait until she's here so I can snuggle her" to "I can't wait until she's here so I can feel like a normal person again." Yes, I am utterly convinced I will get more rest once she is outside my body. The waking up every single hour to pee is ridiculous. Babies sleep longer than one hour increments, I'm sure. (OK, so maybe not always!) The back pain and the calf cramps have pretty much subsided, which is awesome. It's still difficult to put on my pants standing up, but at least I can walk without pain. Puff is excited this means I can unload the dishwasher again. (Although I do occasionally get the back and hip pain after laying around for too long. Must mean I need to be up and active!)

 

Rolling out of bed or getting up from the couch is still horribly awkward. Finding a comfortable way to sleep is impossible. Oh yeah, and I've developed a nice case of carpal tunnel in my right hand. I have almost dropped my laptop, a gallon of milk, and some dishes due to the pain in my wrist. Apparently lots of women get it. Just gotta be thankful mine held off until sometime between weeks 34 and 35, right? I hear it goes away usually not long after giving birth. It's like my body read a list of symptoms that can come along with pregnancy and it wanted to try out most of them, at least for a few days. On the bright side, the doc gave me a wrist brace to wear and it helps at night from getting into any odd positions and having to cry out in pain when my wrist gets turned incorrectly.

Oh, and the dreams! I've always had crazy intricate and strange dreams. It's no wonder I'm a part-time insomniac and never really feel rested. Apparently pregnancy can enhance these puppies. I have been waking up almost every hour the past few weeks, mostly cued by a strange dream. (Of course, then I have to get up to pee. And then I realize I'm hungry as soon as I get back into bed. It's a vicious cycle.) But some of the dreams are downright horrifying. One included a creature that was half-leprechaun on top and half-dinosaur on the bottom. And he was basically holding me captive and forced me to kidnap someone who looked a lot like Halle Berry and made me take her to a campground that was also a cemetery. I hid under the covers the rest of the night after that doozy!

 

But you're probably looking for the follow-up to what I had promised last week about the ultrasound and the induction???? Well, there's not much to tell. I had been measuring at 37 weeks when I was only 33 weeks. But then when I went back at 35 weeks, I was still measuring at just 37 weeks. So the bump didn't grow. Which meant they didn't want to do an ultrasound. Which means they are not inducing me at 37 weeks. Which all means that I felt like a horrible, terrible, wife for making Puff leave work early during one of his busiest times of the year to go to the doc with me to not get any new information. We do have an official ultrasound scheduled for next week though, so we can get a better idea of Bimmer's weight. And then we will probably discuss induction at 39 weeks. So, we're on hold. And yes, I'm totally bummed. Such a total tease!