I feel like a kid again, sitting in the backseat of a car on the long 12 hour drive between Arkansas and Georgia that I used to take a few times a year. I still make that trip once a year but it's not as bad now that I can drive myself and I'm in control of pit stops, the radio and the windows. Here I am 1 day shy of 37 weeks pregnant and ready to meet this little guy. Who am I kidding? I am ready to not be pregnant anymore too. This has been a much easier pregnancy than my pregnancy with Mattie and I've enjoyed it a lot more. My feet have only recently started to swell, but not nearly as much as they did with M. I am huge though. I keep getting sympathetic looks from random women in the grocery store. A man "jokingly" asked me if I am having twins and I not so jokingly eyeballed his fork and thought about stabbing him with it. Our regular cashiers at Kroger and Publix have both told me labor will happen within the next week. I'm using The Secret and asking the universe to please get a move on. The universe decided to play a joke on me and I've spilled an entire cup of water on myself everyday the last 3 days. Not what I had in mind when I hoped my water would break. Silly universe.
So what does my doctor think, you know the professional. She thinks it could be anytime. As of today I'm 50% effaced and 1cm dilated. That's progress compared to my pregnancy with M. He's definitely head down and in position. They keep going back and forth over whether they think M's brother will be as large as she was. M was 8lbs 15oz and 21 inches long. At this point, their guess is that J is 7-7.5lbs and they're telling me to expect anywhere between 8 & 9lbs. I look huge, and she said by looking at me you would think I'm having a 10lb baby which explains the sympathetic looks. My doctor gave me a few as well. She thinks he's just laying at an awkward angle and hogging every inch of room that he has and fighting for more instead of just curling up. That might explain the new stretch marks too, and the awful looking belly button. I have a belly button phobia anyway. You can laugh if you want but it's a real life problem, google says it's called Omphalophobia. I'm not alone people!! I might join a support group. My belly button is turning inside out though and it grosses me out so much that I can't look at it. Sometimes I will be laying back in bed relaxing and my shirt will raise up over the top of my belly and that creepy little belly button will poke out and I'll glance down and see it. Just sitting there. Staring right at me. I have to cover it immediately. It's like when you catch a sketchy looking guy looking at you and you just know he's thinking about what it would be like to tie you up in his basement and you sort of snarl and look away but can't help but look back to see if he's still looking and of course he is so you get up an leave before he grabs you. The only thing that would freak me out more is if my belly button had a basement.
I get heartburn everyday. This is the first time in my life that I've ever had heartburn. Ryan gets heartburn on the regular and I've never taken it seriously so I know this is payback and he's loving it. I wake up every hour or hour and a half to pee. J is getting so heavy that he crushes my hip bone at night. I try to roll over to the other side and he rolls with me, putting his weight on the other hip bone. By the time I wake up in the morning both hip bones are so sore I feel like I can't get up. At this rate I might need hip replacement surgery by the time I'm 30. He also like to rub his head against my left hip bone like a bear scratching it's back on a tree or a deer scrapping it's antlers on a tree. Not a good feeling. Poor trees! Poor hip bone! On the plus side, my skin looks great. I'm glowing according to old women I meet while out running errands. Want to know my secret? Sweat! I'm so hot and sweaty that today, while my doctor was swabbing me for the strep b test, she asked if my water broke or if I was just that sweaty. I'm just that sweaty.
I shouldn't complain though. I'm almost there. I just can't wait to meet J and hold him and squeeze him.
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