Wednesday, September 18, 2013
36 Weeks: Things are about to get real
I feel like you deserve a warning. I hope you'll stick with me through it, but things are about to get real up in here. Deep and thoughtful and introspective with lots of feelings and whatnot. You see, I'm 36 weeks pregnant now. Which means that a baby will be born in the next 0 - 6 weeks. Out of my body.
So, I've been working out all my stuff. My thoughts and fears. My residual mommy guilt about my last delivery. My hopes and plans and hesitations about the upcoming delivery. My feelings about labor in general and my frustrations about birth options (or lack thereof).
Writing is how I work it out. I promise the sarcastic and (sometimes?) witty me is still in here. She'll be back soon (probably right after you say to yourself, "Geez...really? Another post about labor? Is that all this woman thinks about - birthing babies? Get a life already."). But I've got to get mentally prepared to push this baby out of my body soon and welcome her into our lives.
Hopefully you don't start to feel like my therapist over the next couple weeks. Or, if you do, at least don't send any bills. I'll try to keep the TMI to a minimum, but really, when pregnancy is involved, it sort of just comes with the territory.
For instance, how can I not share that my doctor told me that my cervix is very soft and about 50% effaced at my check-up yesterday? I know it doesn't really mean much, but I think I was only 30% effaced when I went in to be induced at 42 weeks last time. (To be honest, until the end of my last pregnancy, I didn't even know effacement was a thing). That's got to be a good sign, right?
And, while my feet were up in the stirrups for said cervical check, the doctor said, "You have a blister on your foot, huh? That's a pretty neat band-aid." For the record, it had minions on it, so it was a pretty neat bandaid. Nothing like small talk with your OB when he's all up in your business, right?
So, buckle up. Four(ish) weeks to go.