39 Weeks, Days 3 & 4
Published February 12, 2009 | 
After yesterday’s midwife appointment, I spent the entire evening cramping up. Like menstrual cramps, combined with OMFG THERE IS A HEAD IN MY COOCHIE, combined with feeling like I weighed a trillion pounds and my poor hips simply could not deal with it. And I had some serious spotting going on as well — not enough to call the midwife and ask what’s up (if it doesn’t soak a pantyliner over the course of three hours, it’s clearly worse in my head than in reality), but enough to annoy me. Since Maia was/is moving regularly, that also took some of the stress off me.
I was trying to force myself to keep drinking water because I need to stay hydrated, but the fact is, everytime I went to the washroom and had to put any pressure on myself to pee, my whole lower abdomen would clench up and tighten. So I didn’t WANT to drink, because I didn’t want to go pee. But I managed to down a full glass of water an hour anyhow.
I honestly can’t describe how uncomfortable I was last night. Maybe it was no more uncomfortable than a normal period without taking any pain meds, but I don’t remember that. In any case, I expect what I felt is a mild version of what I’ll be feeling. I was ravenously hungry and polished off my dinner no problem (quarter chicken, roll, big baked potato) … then spent all night wishing I’d puke it back up because I felt nauseous.
Well, as it turns out, this morning was worse. After spending 11:30-5:30am in bed, tossing and turning and waking up every hour with cramps/contractions, I finally got up and came to post here about how I was feeling. 15 minutes later, MJ woke up, so we sat down and watched TV together.
Between 5:30 and 8:30, I was getting about 4 contractions an hour. It was horrible. At one point I went into the bedroom, woke Chris up, and made him give me a hug. I didn’t want to breathe or groan my way through the pain because I didn’t want MJ to stick around thinking I was in labour — maybe that’s a stupid thing to say, since she’ll be here for the latter part of the labour & the birth anyhow, but I really want time with just Chris and I. I want to cope with the pain as it grows with just my husband and not think about anyone else. Does that sound stupid? To want my husband to be freaking out about the pain I’m in, not his mom talking me through it? I think it does, but oh well, I don’t have to be rational.
Finally at 8:30 I crashed on the couch. Chris came out and woke me up at 9. I went to bed and napped for two hours, and only woke up twice during it. I’m assuming this means I’m not having those contractions anymore since I’m pretty sure they would have woken me up, but I’ve still got some spotting going on and I still feel like there is so much pressure in my lower abdomen.
Mostly Random Blah-Blah’ing
Published February 7, 2009 | No one warned me how much this part of the pregnancy sucks. Waiting on Baby is not enjoyable! I just want her here, or at least to know that I’m in the process of bringing her here. Right now I know that in a vague way, as in she’ll be here sometime this month, but I want to know that she’s … imminent. I want to be in labour (and when I am? I will laugh at myself for writing that). I wish no one had ever mentioned that she might be early (especially not my midwife, although in her defense it’s not the end of the weekend yet!). I wish my grandpa hadn’t dreamed of storks, and Chris hadn’t noticed that the full moon will be here on Monday. I wish I were still walking around with a smirk and expecting to be at least a week late.
My nipples were tingling all day yesterday. I kept staring down at my shirt to see if I was like lactating or something. I’m wasn’t. I can’t believe my boobs are going to sustain life (when I told Chris this, he said, “They can sustain my life anytime… bow chica wow wow!”)
Insofar as any progress — well, nothing really to report. I had my most intense cramp so far (NOT a contraction) last night while watching Jeopardy, which I was kicking ass at btw, but that’s really it.
Chris asked me out on a “date” tonight. Kinda. There aren’t any movies out that we want to see. He doesn’t eat big dinners on weeks when he works, since he goes to bed so early, and dinners tend to be pretty pricey to eat out anyhow. So I suggested we head to Caffé Demetre and just have dessert for dinner. I don’t think I’ll be getting the apple pie again, though.
His mom flew in last night and I expect she’ll be over soon, so that may throw a little kink in our plans, but I will leave her here alone if I have to!
Also, I need more interesting webpages to visit. I spend all day rotating vapidly between World of Warcraft related pages, pregnancy/parenting blogs, and foodie blogs — but now that I’ve pretty much given up WoW and have no intention of returning, there’s a huge gap in my internet browsing habits. I guess I shouldn’t need to worry about that for too much longer, really… soon enough I may not even have time to keep up commenting on all my favourite mommy blogs!
My productive day
Published February 6, 2009 | Things I have done today:
- Walked up and down three flights of stairs a few times
- Washed nearly all of the dishes
- Laid down for a nap, woke up 20 minutes later, continued walking around while reading a magazine
- Scrubbed the bathroom door (it had some fingerprint smudges on the outside, why?)
- Searched, unsuccessfully but thoroughly, for my Swiffer duster
- Paced in circles while reading LLL literature
- Stood on the couch and cleaned the walls where we had marked out places to hang mirrors… which we promptly hung on another wall anyhow
- Got hot. Opened window. Got cold. Closed window. Started to sweat. Opened window. Closed it because the blinds were rattling.
- Put on a vaguely presentable outfit to walk around in, including a bra, because I worried about my boobs sagging.
- Opened the window, took off the bra and jeans, strutted around the apartment.
- Turned on some loud rap music and bounced around the living room making the dogs ‘dance’ with me.
- Made a 5 minute cake, then ate most of that cake while walking around the apartment (it’s a little too dense and spongy and strange for me to make regularly, but wtf did I expect from microwaving a cake).
- Posted this post.
I am now going to pace around the apartment some more.