Monday, April 27, 2015

Pregnancy: 37 Weeks - 39 Weeks


+ I am actually horrified by the number of shameless seflies (terrible iPhone photos) taken in front of mirrors to document this pregnancy. I swear, the majority of them were to send to a family member or Nik to update them. I never really went out of my way to take photos, but for the sake of "record keeping" they end up here.

+ The realization that there is a fully-cooked baby in there baffles me. I love when her foot glides around, and I can grab it and it is an actual foot. Or at the doctor, when he checks her heart rate and the wand has barely touched my skin yet and her heart thuds loudly. There's no searching around for it anymore. We installed the car seat and staring at the empty seat I couldn't wrap my brain around the idea that there is something big enough inside me to fill up the seat's space. 


+ Yesterday, at church a woman asked me, "What are you most excited for in the first week?" And I responded trivially, "To see what she looks like!" It is such a lame answer, but my whole pregnancy I have indulged Nik with the question over and over, "What color hair and eyes do you think she'll have?" Based on our gene pool, there is such a variety of combinations... we have no clue what we are going to get. Nik thinks she will have light brown hair with green eyes. I go back and forth, but I'm guessing she will end up blonde with brown eyes. 

+ Being 39 weeks pregnant is not as bad as everyone says. In fact, pregnancy is not as hard as everyone says. There are a lot of moments that are really hard, and I think a lot of the time that is the experience people share. Comfort has become bit of a luxury, but the good thing is you give comforts up slowly. Last night, while trying to doze off, I realized for the first time in a while I was perfectly comfortable. The baby was in a good position, I was a good temperature, and there wasn't anything aching or with pressure. Nine months ago, even five months ago, I would have totally taken that moment for granite. It was bliss.

+ Speaking of sleeping, you do wake up multiple times to empty your bladder at night. However, for me at least, it is just to break up the monotony of laying in one position all night. My left hips ache from being laid on, and our baby loves to spread out like her womb is a hammock at night, leaving me with a rock hard, sore stomach. 

+ My constant fear that she would come before she was ready has, obviously, dissipated. With one week to go, but most likely going over my due date, I have to remind myself of all the prayers I said that she would come when she was healthy. At this point, she is going to come out nice and plump and she and my body seem hesitant to let her out.

Monday, April 6, 2015

Pregnancy: 34 Weeks - 36 Weeks

+ Fed up with heartburn symptoms, I decided to risk it with Tums. (Calcium kidney stones are aggravated by Tums, so my doctor told me not to take them.) One week later, my old kidney stone  symptoms returned. Not worth it. Choosing the lesser of two evils, and enjoying the heartburn instead.
+ After eight months of baby incubating, I have developed an exclusive new fan club: grandmas in the grocery store. They are the only people comfortable approaching me. I am greeted with, "You must be carrying a girl, she's so high." Or, "You must be carrying a boy, he's so low."
+ I'm obsessed with my nesting hormones. How can I channel them to stay indefinitely? I vacuumed my window screens the other day. WINDOW SCREENS.
+ The night of my baby shower, I came home with my mom and my sister, sorting through gifts in the nursery. I felt that the baby and I were so loved, and the night couldn't get any better. Nik entered the room and said, "Sara, our landlord wants to give us a gift for the baby." (Not gonna lie, my mind first went to, 'FREE RENT?!') But then, reality set in and I thought, 'Maybe like a blanket or something?' Nik continued, "He wants to install a washer and dryer in the apartment." Is that not possibly the kindest gift you could give a new mother?! I was floored by how thoughtful it was. We had our Rexburg washer and dryer when we moved, but there wasn't space or hook-ups for it in our place. In our hall closet, you could tell at one point there was a stack-able washer and dryer in there, from and outlet and drywall. But I had assumed the HOA didn't allow them, to force people to use the community ones. This past week, our landlord has come to measure the closet and get everything set up and I am still over the moon at the thought of throwing the dozens of spit up and baby poop covered blankets and clothes into a washer IN MY OWN HOME.  


+ Tomorrow is my 36 week appointment. My doctor has had a very relaxed attitude my entire pregnancy, and in order to avoid looking like a paranoid first time mother, I've tried to mirror this same attitude. He doesn't measure me or warn me of things to look for. Pretty much every appointment has been weigh in, check blood pressure,  and listen to babies heartbeat. I've only had two ultrasounds, and those were at a separate office. I'm young and healthy, and people have healthy babies all the time. Whenever my worries creep in, I try to remind myself of this. Lately though, I've let more irrational fears creep in because I haven't gained weight in the past two weeks. Is it my fluid levels? Is the baby not gaining weight? I will have to restrain myself from looking neurotic by bombarding him with questions. Also, I have to significantly monitor googling my questions. It never helps. 
+ I would recommend that everyone has their first baby four weeks after your sister does. At 35 weeks, I was desperate to get the baby out. There is no more room for her. Then, my sister had her baby. Getting the hourly updates of how her labor was and seeing that in the end result there will actually be a tiny human for me to take care of, has been enough for me to be content with my babe spending four or five more weeks cooking. It's a lot easier to take care of them while they're on the inside. (However, I still hold to my right to complain to Nik at any time.)

+ I daydream about the baby the same way one would about crushes in middle school. Any free time my mind finds, I occupy it with thoughts of snuggling, feeling her skin, and staring at her face.