We made it. Into our 37th week together, Mini Melbs is not just a viable baby but one that I am convinced is ready to join the outside world. Two of the women I’ve enjoyed sharing a pregnant Summer with have their babies on the outside now… and we are inevitably next. We’re ready.
Throughout this pregnancy, when people asked if I was excited to be a mother I always replied honestly: “I am equally excited and terrified” and assumed that I would continue feeling that way until the birth of my son had been completed. But I don’t. I just feel excitement now. And a little impatience. Yes, I want him to come in his own time and not until he is a fat little rolly-pollie but I selfishly want to see him/meet him right now.
Now that I’m full-term my doctor has given me the go-ahead on the many “pre labor” preparations I’ve been reading about. Drinking raspberry leaf tea, eating copious amounts of pineapple, and taking evening primrose oil capsules (orally and vaginally) — all with the goal of “ripening” my cervix and easing my labor once it does come, naturally. And I am on. it. Labor is all I think about. Need to bend down to grab a pencil? Allow me. I’ll use this as an opportunity to deep-squat, heels to buttock, just like they teach us in yoga to “open our hips” and shake the baby into place. A walk? Sure, I’ll go on another walk! Also helps to nudge that baby down!
Today I bought a book I’d been eyeing all week: Labor Day— True Birth Stories by Today’s Best Women Writers. It’s phenomenal. My thirst for knowledge and variations on child birth cannot be quenched. Good, bad, ugly, I want your story! I am fascinated to know how long each stage took, which interventions were used, what the mother was doing before going into labor, and how she felt postpartum. No detail is too small and this book is my crack.
But don’t worry… I exaggerate my reality when I’m writing sometimes. I may only be half as crazy as I sound. In addition to obsessing over labor and delivery, I am still enjoying a highly productive and restful week. I’ve been massaged, dined with girl friends, indulged in some retail therapy, laundered heap-loads of baby clothes and husband clothes… I’ve prepared a freezer-full of crock-pot meals to enjoy once the baby comes, scripted our birth announcements, and am starting on my index-card sized “birth plan” for the hospital.
I’ve also practiced yoga a handful of times since I last updated, which has been wonderful for both mind and body. I can’t recommend prenatal yoga + massage more highly.
But onto the update, shall we?
What’s going on with MM this week?
He is the size of a watermelon and getting his first poop ready!
What’s going on with Mama?
More of the same. Nesting, feeling really happy and in-love. I’ve been waking up early with Melbs to make him breakfast before work and really savoring each moment we have together. Energy is still up and as you can tell, I’ve been keeping busy.
Nothing new to report.
Hot often! I sleep warm and usually wake up without blankets on me at all. I also take forever to cool down after walking or yoga. Life as a “big girl” I tell ya! ;) No major swelling, can still take my wedding ring on and off which is delightful. My sleep is actually better this week— only woke up in the middle of the night once this week, otherwise I’m down by 10 and up by 7.
Eating out a lot this week (by design!) but pretty healthily and within moderation. Still don’t have a huge appetite but I definitely don’t want to miss out on my last 3 weeks of eating for two either!
I’ve done a lot this week. In an effort to coax the baby into “dropping” I’ve been walking a ton— at least 2 miles a day, at yoga every other day this week, and have even managed a couple of my YouTube video work-outs (which I’d missed!). Today, at the gym a personal trainer congratulated me on my pregnancy and upon learning I was expecting a boy, laughed and told me not to worry about ever having to go to the gym again— that keeping up with a boy was going to run me ragged daily (in the best possible way). I was elated to hear this.
On a friend’s suggestion, I bought a handful of Newborn sized onesies. Apparently “size 0-3 months” is often too big for most newborns. I hadn’t even considered this. Thankfully, I had $100 giftcard to a fancy kids store and was able to splurge on some super-soft and adorable outfits to bring MM home in.
Looking Forward To
Meeting my son. I don’t want my optimism to jinx his arrival but I really feel like I’ll be meeting him soon! Lord help me if he’s not here by his due date!