I was doing paperwork at the computer at work on Monday when I looked down and realized that my belly seemed lower. Then I realized: Hey, I can breathe now! Then I felt all excited like it was Christmas or something. Between the belly drop and the frequent Braxton-Hicks contractions, I can now check off two things from the “signs that you will go into labor sometime” list.
Thirty seven weeks= full term. You can come out anytime, baby. How about now? Want to come out now?
The craving for milk continues. I average drinking half a gallon of milk a day. I’m now up 3 to 4 times during the night to pee. The kicking is less frequent and the baby is now all squirmy squirmersons.
Just look at this 37 week picture.
Where the hell did all the organs go? The liver? The kidneys? The pancreas? They’re GONE, that’s what. Flattened like pancakes against the spinal cord or bunched around my esophagus maybe.
We are watching a DVD called “Laugh and Learn about Childbirth” where a perky wise cracking woman educates several couples on couches. Between this video, talking to my doctor, and making my way through several books, I’m now more educated and more confused than ever. Basically I can’t think about this too much, because everyone’s opinion and experience is different.
Plus, childbirth isn’t about thinking in any way whatsoever. The less thinking I do, the better. The body will know what to do. I hope I won’t need medication or an epidural but I don’t know because I have no concept of what it will like. I’m a bit unsettled about this whole part right now but my hope is that by the time I go in I will be in a peaceful, excited, positive mindset that will also be connected to the baby.
We lucked out on the beautiful sunny weather and had a BBQ and baby celebration at Sand Bar on Saturday. Thanks to all family and friends who made it!
Jul 30th 2009pregnancy