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38 Weeks


So, I feel like a house, officially.

Even the t-shirts I borrow from Joel are tight across my belly. I forget now whose blog I read it on but they mentioned feeling claustrophobic in their clothes. I get it now. Totally.

I also got a, “WOAH! I’ve seen your belly pictures online… but woah!” from someone I hadn’t seen in person in awhile. So apparently this bump photographs well. Or at least smaller in pictures than I look in person. Either that or I’m never wearing that shirt again. I’ll probably be burning that shirt just to be safe.

Despite feeling huge, I’m actually measuring behind by two weeks now. Midwife said it was probably his position though and isn’t worried about it. He’s lying head down (yay!) with his back across my right side and his feet directly in my left ribs. She also said he doesn’t really have far to move down so my hope for him dropping and getting out of my lungs and ribs were kind of crushed with that one. She told me she expects he’ll be small but long. So maybe the tall genes Joel and I missed will kick in with him?

Speaking of crushed, er mah gah my ribs you guys! I’m starting to be a bit worried he might actually break one. Or get his foot stuck in between the two bottom ones and not be able to get out. Can that happen? I’m really asking. Last night driving home in the car I had to seriously do relaxation most of the way home, not for contractions, but because it felt like he was trying to crowbar my bottom two ribs apart with his feet. He may be small but he is mighty.

As uncomfortable as he acts with all his pushing and wiggling he shows no signs of actually wanting to get more room by becoming an outside baby. I’ve had a few random contractions from being active but other than that, nothing, no signs that my body is even getting ready for labor. I’m not necessarily in a hurry at this point I guess. The exception being when he’s really hurting me with his movements then I’m all GET OUT! It will work out much better for everyone if he stays put another week or so at least though.

Other than the internal beatings this week has been pretty uneventful pregnancy-wise. My dad was taken to the hospital yesterday so that was stressful. They were afraid he was having another stroke but now they’re looking at other possible causes for his symptoms. I hate seeing my dad sick and not mentally all there. He is such a funny, brilliant man that it hurts me to see him be less than himself. I’m hoping these tests that they’re running give us some answers. My dad needs to be all there to meet my little guy. Keep him in your thoughts if you would.

On a side note, you get some fun looks from the people in the ER when you walk in as a giant pregnant lady. I wanted to immediately announce that I was just visiting. Instead I just walked to the elevator and found my dad’s room while sort of giggling to myself about what they were likely thinking.

So that’s it. It’s basically a waiting game from here. I put up a poll on SkyMommy’s Facebook page where you can guess what day he’ll be born. It only allows me to put in 10 options but I left the ability open for you to add your own if you want. If you guess the right date you get bragging rights and a mention on my blog. So, go cast your vote!

I have a finger I would like to show this thumb

How do these things happen to me? I’m afraid I broke my thumb. How?

No effing clue.

Seriously I have no idea.

All I know is, I’m in extreme pain suddenly and inexplicably.

Only when I move my thumb though. So that’s… good? Oh right except do you know how much you actually move your thumb? Or bump it? Or twist it?

Turns out quite a lot.

Thank goodness I’m right handed because otherwise I would have been completely useless at work. I just yelped occasionally. Ya know, perfectly normal waitress behavior. Random yelps. Cute.

Oh and do you have any idea how difficult it is to put in a ponytail without using one thumb? Try it. Basically impossible. And since I work around food my hair is required to be up. I have so far succeeded in not passing out from the pain. Stars have been seen though. Other cute waitress behavior? Fainting. Or so I’m told.

Now I’m not really sure what to do. I don’t want to spend the $100 copay it costs to go to the emergency room just so they can tell me I’m a crazy person. I already know that.

Seriously though. How does one seriously injure themselves without noticing? I frequently have bruises that I can’t explain but I’ll usually have a vague memory of thinking “Ow, that’s going to leave a mark.” If it were actually a seriously injury like a break or sprain I should have noticed when I did it.

You’d think anyway.

Oh, also? There is no indication of injury except for the pain. No bruising, swelling, heat, or marks of any kind. My thumb looks perfectly normal.

It just hurts like a mother effer.

I have to work in the morning. Considering how much worse it felt as the day went on today that makes me nervous. I’m not calling off though. Not happening.

If I just ignore it what’s the worst that could happen? I mean, even if it is broken they can’t really put a cast on it right? They’ll just get me one of those sexy braces that I can buy myself at the drug store, right?

I’m so cheap broke. I also don’t want to call off work to go to the doctor and I definitely don’t want to waste money on a copay. Especially if nothing is seriously wrong.

Someone tell me it’s no big deal to just ignore this.


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