36 Weeks: Nesting and Realizations

I was officially 36 weeks on Monday. We’re in the last month here, folks. I can see, feel, taste, practically touch the end of this pregnancy.

Sunday was VERY exciting and also quite stressful. I woke up in the morning with lower back pain similar to my normal menstrual cramps. And I managed to get that pain to go away with a heating pad. But then I was having Braxton Hicks off and on. They’d only last for about 10 seconds or so, but they were consistent and pretty powerful, and I’d have a half hour on, an hour off, another half hour on, for quite a while. I laid down and drank a bunch of water and just tried to relax. (HAHAHAHA me, relax? Sure. But I tried.)

I napped a little, watched some Netflix, and then HELLOOOO I had a few real, actual contractions. The kind that hurt. The kind that last for a minute. Now, don’t fret, Internet. I only had three of them over the course of about five hours, not grounds for calling the doctor. But I did start to flip out. I was like, little girl, we are not officially 36 weeks until tomorrow, and I know the goal is to keep you in there for at least another week, can you not start trouble with me right now?

And the next day I felt fine. I had probably spent too much time in the heat, walking around. We went down to Tombstone for their “Freedom Days” Fourth of July celebration, and also because it was the weekend, we were bored, and it’s a nice little one-day getaway. But mama probably should have sat longer. I drank a ton of water, but it was still crazy hot. Thankfully the temps have settled down a bit, and our monsoon season should start anytime now.

I had an OB appointment that next morning, and she checked my cervix, just to be sure, given what happened with my early labor with Ferris, and I am only at 1cm, which is practically nothing for a third baby. Panic session over. For now.

But it did throw me into mega nesting mode. I had Brien get the bed all set up, I have the changing station all set up, I’m washing all the sheets, blankets, clothes, everything her teeny tiny body will be touching.

And after telling about a million people that she’s due at the end of this month, it has really dawned on me that she’s due¬†at the end of this month. As in, anytime now. Like whenever. I could just be going about my day, and then TA-DA! Lights, camera, action!

OMG you guys, I’m going to have three kids.

36 Weeks

36 weeks, people! THIRTY SIX WEEKS!

I have some way, somehow, made it to the last month of this pregnancy! It feels like it’s taken for-EV-er (not helped by the fact that the owner of our corner market says “I thought you were due like, last week?” every single time I walk in there. Which is a lot. Ahem.) but here we are!

I am almost as giddy as I imagine I will be on my due date, because the next four weeks have the full, busy promise of flying by at light speed. Doctor’s appointments, preschool duties, final preparations. My days will be full. And short.

I’m still getting that question: How are you feeling?

If I had to pick just one word, I’d say “tired”. If I got an extra word, I would say “hungry”.

I don’t sleep well at night anymore. It’s a 7 to 8 hour battle of wills with my own body. I have to pee approximately every 2 hours. And that’s if I don’t have a beverage with my dinner. I also have to roll over every hour or so, because for some reason if I lie on one side for too long, the hip I’ve been lying on is excruciatingly sore. Only relieved by lying on my back (NOT ALLOWED) or rolling over to the other side to start the process over again. I remember having a hard time sleeping toward the end of my pregnancy with Bowie too. But back then I had the luxury of naps. And days off.

Also, Bowie used to sleep very reliably until 7 a.m. but has lately taken to waking at more of the 5:30 or 6 a.m. hour. We have been letting him lay in bed with us in the hopes that all three of us can snooze for another hour, but that rarely works.

My days are also very tiring themselves. Some days just getting from the front of our house to the back is exhausting. So, you know, those days when I actually do stuff, like go grocery shopping and sweeping the floors and doing a couple of loads of laundry, I’m ready for bed by 6 p.m.

And the thing with my appetite. I’m hungry ALL. THE. TIME. Always. It never ends. I will finish a meal, a big, satisfying meal, and I will feel really full. For about a half hour. “I’m starving.” “Didn’t you just eat that big turkey sandwich from the deli?” “That was a whole 20 minutes ago, fool!” Thank goodness I haven’t gained that much weight this pregnancy, or I’d feel bad for stuffing my face so much.

My last pregnancy, I ate anything and everything in sight. But this time, I have to watch what I eat pretty closely because of the diabetes. So, I have to find easy go-to snack foods that are high in protein, low in carbs, fairly healthy and not sugary. Cheese. I eat a lot of cheese.

Baby has also moved a bit lower into my pelvis in the last couple of days. Getting out of bed, getting off the couch, getting out of the car and really just walking are a JOKE. Well, not exactly. Jokes are funny. This BLOWS. So much pain, radiating from my pelvis and hips all the way down my legs. And forget the “pregnancy waddle”, this is more in the camp of “pregnancy hobble along like a 90 year old with arthritis in every joint who can’t find her walker”. My belly is also so much bigger than it was with Bowie. I was looking at some old pictures, and even a couple of weeks ago, I was bigger than I was at 38 weeks with Bowie. Right now, I’m about twice the size of that old picture, and I’m still only 36 weeks along with this guy. What the what? So, enormous pressure I haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing before. And I thought I knew all that was in store for me.

But, all things considered, I’m doing fine. Dealing with all of this while having to run around after Bowie was a little terrifying at first. But, we’re doing all right. All my other bothersome symptoms I’ve either gotten used to or they’ve thankfully waned a bit.

Now I get to psych myself up for labor, a labor I’m really optimistically envisioning is shorter and easier than my first go around, because I’m also optimistically hoping to get through it without resorting to the epidural. Not that I’m against epidurals in any way. But, I had one with Bowie and it mucked things up a bit. Slowed my labor down considerably, and so they gave me drugs to speed it back up again, which caused some serious contractions, which lowered Bowie’s heart rate to dangerous levels, which meant an almost C-section. Also, I had the shakes and nausea for at least 8 or 9 hours after the damn thing wore off. So, please let me do this without an epidural this time? Optimism! Yay!

I’m also thinking a lot about Bowie. He knows there’s a new baby coming, a baby who will be his little brother, but I know he is completely unaware of the bomb that’s about to drop on his little life. It’s a huge shift in reality for an already very sensitive four year old. My poor little guy. But, I just know he’s going to be a great big brother. We were sitting and having a heart-to-heart the other day and I said, “You won’t be sad if mommy and daddy are busy with baby brother and can’t help you with something, will you?”

And he said matter-of-factly, “No, mama, I’m going to have to help you with baby brother.” Heart: melted.

Thanks for hanging in there with me for this whole crazy, whiny ride. Almost there, almost there, almost there…