// So, I haven’t really posted anything lately.//

Because, well, I had a baby. Woo! Hilariously enough, my water broke a couple of hours after I made that whiny post on the 13th about my painful contractions. Guess that solved the “is it or isn’t it labor” puzzle for me! I’ll post a proper birth story and all that in a bit, but for now, here he is making googly eyes. Too cute, amirite?

Oh and I’ll also say that it was an AWESOME birth, and I can’t believe how easy it was. I only got one stitch and it took less than 6 hours start to finish. Woooooo!

// Dear Body,//

Please please please please either go into labor for real or stop having such painful contractions that I have to stop what I’m doing and curl up in the fetal position yelping every 5 minutes.

Love,

Me

// Happy due date to meeeeee!//

I can’t wait to evict this little freeloader and meet him finally!

Unfortunately, things are not going well. Well, they aren’t going poorly (yet), but my doctor is Concerned. And I don’t like the sounds of that. At my appointment this morning he commented on baby’s heartrate and size again - at the last few appointments the heartrate has been on the slow side, and this time it was REALLY slow. So slow that he sent me in for a NST at the hospital right away. Thankfully everything looked ok at the hospital - the first 10 minutes were a little scary as baby was sleeping and not much was happening on the charts, but the last 10 minutes made up for it. So the hospital doc wasn’t concerned about the heartrate. (Although apparently my heartrate was really elevated. Weird?)

As for the size thing, they’re concerned not because he’s really tiny (he’s on the small side but not abnormally so - probably about 7lbs and a couple ounces right now) but because his growth curve isn’t where it ought to be at this point. As my doctor explained, normally growth slows close to the end of pregnancy, but there’s been next to ZERO growth for quite some time now. So I’m booked for an induction on Wednesday now.

I’m trying not to be too worried about the heartrate and size issues, because I figure if it was really really bad they would have induced me today, not waited another 5 days, right? And his movements have been good, and his position is ideal, and my doctor says that my body is “really favorable” to going into labor on its own before Wednesday. But I hate the idea of being induced. I’ve been planning a natural birth for months now, and I’m scared of the cascade of intervention forcing me into a c-section, and I’m worried that the Pitocin contractions will be so painful that I’ll cave and get an epidural.

I realize that this is pretty whiny, but bear with me here. I’m  exactly 37 weeks and 6 days pregnant, and I’ve been extremely lucky so  far - although I’ve gained 35lbs (maybe more if you count the  fluctuating water weight) I’m naturally tall enough and thin enough that I  don’t look huge, and I was barely even showing until 34 weeks or so. But  here I am now, pretty much at 38 weeks, and I just discovered…
DUN  DUN DUN….
…my first stretch marks! I don’t know when they started, probably only a couple of days ago, but I just noticed this morning because they’re on the underside of my belly where I can’t see without a mirror.
I really shouldn’t complain, since I haven’t had a difficult pregnancy at all and I know some women get really bad stretch marks from their second trimester on, but I’m still upset about it.

I realize that this is pretty whiny, but bear with me here. I’m exactly 37 weeks and 6 days pregnant, and I’ve been extremely lucky so far - although I’ve gained 35lbs (maybe more if you count the fluctuating water weight) I’m naturally tall enough and thin enough that I don’t look huge, and I was barely even showing until 34 weeks or so. But here I am now, pretty much at 38 weeks, and I just discovered…

DUN DUN DUN….

…my first stretch marks! I don’t know when they started, probably only a couple of days ago, but I just noticed this morning because they’re on the underside of my belly where I can’t see without a mirror.

I really shouldn’t complain, since I haven’t had a difficult pregnancy at all and I know some women get really bad stretch marks from their second trimester on, but I’m still upset about it.

// Phew.//

*deep breaths* It’s gonna be ok, I think.

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// Whoa whoa whoa.//

Ok. So. I have less than 5 weeks until my due date now. And I’ll hit the full term mark in less than two weeks. What the actual fuck, this is ridiculous. I could pretty much have a baby any minute now.

And y’know what that means?

// Terrible day.//

I just had the absolute worst day. :( In short:

-logged into my main gmail account, got a notification that it was compromised and I needed to verify my account and change my password. Once I was able to log in, I saw that my account had been used to send tens of thousands of spam messages. And hopefully that’s all.

-decided to log into my extra gmail account (that I never use except for resumes and important stuff like that) for the first time in at least a couple of months and discovered that the same thing had happened.

-got a call from VISA saying that my card had some “suspicious activity” and they had cancelled it and issued me a new card.

-spilled ketchup all over my favorite white/blue striped shirt (aka one of the only three or four shirts that still fit my pregnant belly).

-waited for over 40 minutes for the bus in the snow and wind (the bus was supposed to run every 15 minutes) and eventually flagged down a cab rather than wait longer, because…

-I discovered that my shoes have a hole in the toe, and it just so happens that it’s in the exact same spot as the hole in the toe of the sock I was wearing on that foot.

-waited for 20 minutes for a bus to get home, before deciding to walk home, since when I arrived at the bus stop the girl who was already there waiting told me she’d already waited for more than 15 minutes. Again, for a bus that’s supposed to run every 15 minutes. And it’s not like it was rush hour and the roads were packed with traffic.

-got in the door and discovered that SOMEONE allowed the dog to stay out of her crate unsupervised for long enough to COMPLETELY destroy a huge patch of the carpet in the living room. So clearly she was alone in the house totally unsupervised for over two hours, which is totally unacceptable.

-opened the fridge to get a glass of juice, and not only was there no juice left, but some FUCKING MORON poured some sort of disgusting, filthy oil full of burnt shit into my jar of carefully strained bacon fat that I’ve been saving to cook with.

Ok, that wasn’t really all that short. But anyway. I am just so infuriated. And if that wasn’t irritating enough, some dickhead told me it was unreasonable to expect the buses to be on time because we’re having a “massive snowstorm.” Yeah, actual quote there. Um, hate to break it to you, but this is Edmonton in November - we got TWO INCHES of snow today, which brings the amount of snow on the ground up to a grand total of… two inches. And absolutely the roads are slippery and I don’t fault anyone for driving a bit slower than usual, but come on people, this happens EVERY FUCKING YEAR. Is it seriously that fucking complicated to put a couple of extra buses on the roads once the snow hits? At least on the major routes? Or at the VERY least, notify people that buses are delayed approximately x amount of time when they call or text the transit hotline. I mean, I was in rough enough shape standing there waiting with my holey shoe and my full bladder with a big ol’ baby pressing down on it, but what if someone elderly or immuno-compromised or someone with a little baby was waiting? Are they supposed to just die out there?

// Aw man, this is not cool.//

I woke up this morning lying on my left side as usual, and I lay there for a minute before grabbing my phone from the side of the bed to determine whether or not I ought to get up. As I leaned over to get my phone, I felt my left arm suddenly get really wet, and it freaked me out - am I bleeding somewhere? Did an enormous puddle of drool just drip all over my arm? Ah. No. Turns out that repositioning my left breast caused it to start shooting out milk (colostrum?) allllll over my arm and the side of the bed. And then when I got up to clean myself off, the right one starting going too. GAH! I was putting off buying nursing bras and pads, but I guess it’s already time.

// So I’m officially 3/4 of the way done now.//

How scary is that?!?!?!?

// WHOA.//

I don’t know what my little dude is doing in there, but I feel REALLY weird. Earlier this afternoon he was kicking way higher up in my ribcage than usual, and then about an hour ago he dropped like a stone and I feel like all of him is way down between my hips now instead of centered around my belly button. Super disconcerting. My balance feels off now too. I dunno if yoga will help or if I should just sit on the couch and veg. Maybe a little of both?

Yeah. I think cobra pose and then Futurama, accompanied by tea and brownies.

ETA: I suck at tumblr and I don’t know how to reply to things, but anyway. Tomorrow is my official 30 weeks, so I guess that’s not abnormal then. :) Good to know! Still weird feeling though.