This is my last weekly update before my due date.
Wait, what now?
Could be my last weekly update period if this kid decides to follow in his mom and dad’s footsteps and be born on a 17th. I’ve been discussing it with Wesley and telling him Sunday is his birthday so he better not miss it. St. Patrick’s Day would be a pretty freaking cool birthday. Plus, my favorite midwife is on call this weekend. Not that I mind who catches him that much, we’ve just seen her the most so it would be cool to have her at the birth.
It’s fine if he picks another birthday. I mean obviously.
I would prefer it be sooner rather than later. But also it would be nice if he waits until at least after this weekend because Joel has his dad-chelor party tomorrow. It’s also my nephew’s birthday Saturday and it would be really cool if my little guy could have his own day. Not to mention my nephew would probably be pretty bummed if everyone got pulled away from his party because I was in labor.
So basically I have a lot of opinions about when he comes. Which means he will likely come exactly when I don’t want him to.
Such is life.
We had another uneventful appointment yesterday where Joel captured this,
which has to be one of my favorite shots of all time. I will never get sick of hearing Wesley’s beautiful healthy heartbeat.
She didn’t check me for dilation again and I’m totally fine with that. If I’m not dilated at all I’ll just be bummed and if I am it could give me a false sense of when things might start happening. There is a tiny bit of me that is curious but not enough to request a check. She didn’t mention if I would get checked at my next appointment (which is on my due date, eek!).
Other than the good appointment, yesterday was a tough day. I woke up, took a shower and promptly puked my guts out. It was a nice little flashback into the first trimester. I remained horrendously nauseated all day, to the point where I couldn’t pull it together enough to go to dance. That was really upsetting, especially since my studio is now on break for the next two weeks. So I guess my pregnant dancing days are over. Sigh.
So now it’s just a waiting game. Joel is incredibly jumpy, which I find completely adorable. I find myself feeling like I need to cling to every second. Every lazy moment, every cuddle with Joel, every moment of sleep. We went to the movies. They asked if we wanted to sign up for a rewards card and we just kind of laughed because who knows when we might be back.
Every wiggle and kick feels extra precious because I know I don’t get to feel them much longer. Of course I can’t wait to nibble on the delicious little toes and knees that have been making my belly dance but I’ll miss feeling him go crazy after I have a Coke or milkshake. I will not miss the nausea or the food aversions or feeling like my pelvis is trying to split in half every time I move, but the kicks? Those I will miss, even the hard ones to the ribs.
Jamie B.
My husband’s birthday is Valentine’s Day. Don’t tell him, but I think Saint Pat’s Day would be WAY more awesome if you’re gonna have a holiday birthday. I’m so excited for you! Can’t wait to read your birth story! I love birth stories. 🙂
Abigail
I think it really would be a cool holiday birthday. It’s not really something families get together for as much as it’s a social party kind of holiday. (Or maybe it’s different if you’re actually Irish, excuse my ignorance if so.) And once he’s 21? Oh boy!
katbiggie
Yay for 39 weeks! You are almost there! Enjoy your last day or two cause the next few months are gonna be crazy. But wonderful! And St. Patty’s day would be a cool birthday!
Abigail
Thanks! I’m still waiting but it’s okay. I’m enjoying the calm before the storm.
Jessica Lynn
Haha in the days (weeks?) leading up to her birth I kept thinking about which day would be ideal. I was going by numbers (3.1.13; 3.3.13 would’ve been the coolest or 3.13.13 or Pi Day), and then I started going by sleep. I’d actually pray that I wouldn’t go into labor during the middle of the night, because I just wanted a good night’s rest. Or pray I wouldn’t go into labor during dinner (because I was famished and wanted to finish eating)! In the end, she was induced and took her dear sweet time arriving. I’m excited to hear that your little one is here…whenever that may be 🙂
(Oh, by the way, I’ve heard sex, walking, spicy food, eggplant, pineapple, a certain tea, and tons of other things help induce labor…you should really try them out! KIDDING. It drove me crazy that everyone told me that.)
Abigail
That’s exactly what I’ve been doing! I really wanted him to come on the 17th but I had two lousy nights of sleep leading up to that so then I wasn’t *that* upset he didn’t come.
Danielle @ The Winey Mom
First off, thank you so much for stopping by my blog and leaving some comment love!
Second off, you have the perfect “textbook” pregnant body! I had both of my girls at 37 weeks to the day, so I have yet to experience what I would look like past then, and it is a scary thought! LOL
I will now officially be stalking back over the next few weeks to see what happens! Good Luck, girl!
Abigail
Aw, thanks so much! It is fascinating to me how different people look at the same stage of pregnancy. There is seriously no real comparing.
Always Maylee
I hope by now, you’ve already had the baby. Can’t wait for the good news! 🙂
xo, Yi-chia
Abigail
No baby yet. He seems to be quite comfortable. Now that the “cool” birth date has passed I’m actually pretty fine with him staying in awhile longer. We’ll see though, we’re ready whenever he is.
Menopausal Mother
You look fantastic for 39 weeks. Can’t wait until you give us news of the big day!
Abigail
Thank you so much! I can’t wait to post the big news either.
mcrofoo1
You’re so tiny!