And there you are folks. We are down to the single digits for weeks. 9 weeks left. Every week I try to figure out how the past day, week, month flew by so fast but I can't figure it out. All I know is that we have 9 weeks left until due date. I've never made it to my due date before which means its pretty likely I have less than 9 weeks.
In the last few weeks I have started swelling big time. My legs are just huge stumps compared to what they used to be. By the end of the day they are just rock hard. I even wore old granny compression socks yesterday and it was the first time I finished the day with my legs looking like they used to. My shoes don't fit and I have to wear my fat foot Uggs. My saggy baggy sweat socks even leave indents in my legs from being tight.
I have not weighed myself in a very long time. I guess the last time would be the doctors office at my 28 week appointment but their scale and ours at home differs so I have been measuring by our scale at home. Let's just say it's not a small amount. I will easily pass Ada's weight gain and might have already. <-- insert tears. I am familiar with this process and soon the jowls will kick in and the plump cheeks. The attractive stage is about to hit real hard.
I feel like I'm sticking "out" farther with this babe. The clothes that I wore at the very end of my other pregnancies I'm wearing now and there isn't much room left to grow. I actually bought a couple of shirts today while shopping so my selection would be a bit larger. Also so I could feel a little better about having something new to wear.
Braxton's have started up pretty regularly. A real small contraction here and there when I overdo it. Heartburn hasn't been as bad which is weird. I feel like my hormones have been pretty under control too. If, IF I was to compare pregnancies I would say this one is more similar to the boys. That doesn't mean anything of course but I was smaller, no swelling and more hormonal with Ada. Time will tell I suppose if these are my "signs" of the sex of the baby.
Squirt has moved his/her attention from my pelvic floor to my ribs and quite painfully. Those sweet, cute little toes are always trying to take out my bottom rib on my left side. I try to move it but s/he really wedges it under there. Body parts are constantly sticking out making bumps and moving & grooving my belly around. The kids were watching one day and were flabbergasted that the baby would be doing that from the inside. Every time I try to get a video of it though Squirt stops. Obviously. Why cooperate?
Dexter likes to say, "Mom, it's going to hurt a lot when the baby comes out. Like A LOT." What a helpful son I have to remind me of these things. Especially since he has experienced this himself. This is an area that is leaving me quite irritated and ticked off. Quite a few other mothers have started bringing up birth stories now that I am closer and I am fine with that. I enjoy remembering my birth stories as all moms do. I had epidural births with both boys and a natural water birth with Ada. I will be doing another natural water birth with this baby. As long as I make it there.
What TICKS me off is that just because I have extremely fast labors women seem to think that it was just nothing. "Oh, your labors are so fast you barely have to feel anything! Nothing like my "x" amount of hours in labor." Oooooo, grrrrrrrr. Rightttttttttttttt. You are quite right! My labors are so fast it was just like taking a luxurious bath and then sneezing and the baby came out! I might as well have just been at the spa! Kiss my ass. I had to squeeze all that dilating and contractions into a tiny amount of time with ZERO time to take a breath or adjust. Just because my labors are quick doesn't mean they aren't painful or meaningful. Why do women feel like they have to one-up another? And not just with this but with everything? It drives me insane and I want to punch them in the face. Repeatedly. Everyone has a story and it was meaningful and special and whatever to them. How about we not dismiss it because our story is different?
Sorry to rant. I wasn't lying when I said this particular thing ticks me off.
I have started prepping for the wee one. I dug out the newborn clothes to wash. That was a hormonal experience. I bought the newborn diaper covers we need. We had to use wool with Ada & Simon so I'm really rooting for being able to use PUL diaper covers with this one. When I am at Target, I've started to buy packs of wipes here and there. Today I bought hangers for the baby's closet. Who knew you would need so many hangers with 4 kids? I turned Ada around in the car seat. This really isn't completely necessary yet but why not. I was cleaning out the van and figured might as well. We can't have both her car seat and the baby's car seat backwards as the boys wouldn't be able to get in the van very easily. I don't even know what else there is to do. Wash the diapers but I'll do that closer to the due date.
Next week is 32 weeks and my next doctor appointment. Did you know that I had to call and make my 36 week appointment? I wanted to be sure I got the date and time I needed (I have to make it back home in time for Dexter's bus). 36 weeks. I can't even.
Guys, I'm having another baby. FOUR KIDS.
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