I'm actually 37 weeks right now but I've been putting off writing this post. I'll write more about why later though. I've reached that point of pregnancy where I'm so ready to not be pregnant anymore but also scared about being responsible for a tiny, helpless being. Still, I'm looking forward to meeting our boy and have been having fun thinking about what he will look like. We're guessing that he'll have lots of brown hair since both Jimmy and I did when we were first born and I'm hoping that he will have his father's tan skin instead of my pale, freckly lot in life.
I've gotten so big now that I can't do much of anything. Running errands is exhausting and I walk so slow in my flip flops, the only shoes that I can comfortably wear anymore. I alternate between not being hungry at all some days and having to eat every hour because I am never satisfied. I am no stranger to frequent peeing but I've gotten to where I have memorized the location of the bathroom in every place I frequent. I'm also hot all. the. time. I'll just say that I'm glad I won't be going through the summer pregnant.
The nursery is still coming along. I started hanging up pictures today but ran out of picture hooks, so I'll finish tomorrow. I'll also try to do the stenciling then too. The cloud shelves should get here next Tuesday (f'ing finally!!) but I taped up some templates to mark where they will go since I got tired of waiting.
Jimmy and I tried putting my old crib together and couldn't figure it out without the directions, so I had to order one tonight and just hope it gets here in time. We have a co-sleeper that we'll set up in our bedroom, so at least he'll have a place to sleep in the meantime.
We were thrown a baby shower on the 14th by some awesome friends of ours. It was a co-ed shower and very low-key with close friends and family. I think everyone had a good time and it was nice to see everyone together again since the wedding. The decorations were awesome and a few are being incorporated into the nursery (pictures soon, I promise!) and the food was outstanding.
We've finally agreed on a first name for the baby but are still thinking about middle names. You will all just have to wait until the baby is born to find out what it is though. :) Jimmy can finally get a little peace now from everyone pressuring him to make up his mind.
Okay, so I should probably write about what has been bothering me so much that I couldn't blog. And it's not really even a huge deal, the baby is healthy and that's the most important thing. Anyway, I found out last week that the baby is breech. I tried several at-home options for trying to naturally flip the baby and then went to my scheduled ECV (external cephalic version) this past Tuesday. An ECV basically consists of the doctor trying to manuever the baby around by manipulating the abdomen. It has to be done in the hospital just in case the baby goes into distress or one of the other rare risks occurs and an emergency c-section becomes necessary. Since the benefits outweighed the risks, I decided to try it.
I went into the hospital with Jimmy and my doula as scheduled and was soon outfitted in a gown and given a bed separated from a couple others by a curtain. They strapped a couple fetal monitors to my stomach and put a blood pressure cuff on me. At this point I started to get overwhelmed because I had one nurse firing off machine-gun questions at me about my medical history and another putting a saline lock into my arm. Apparently some blood was squirting from the IV but luckily I wasn't looking at that point. If I looked away from the nurse or got distracted for a second, I would miss a question and would have to be asked again. Often the nurses would be called on for something else and I would have to remember my answer when they finally got back to me. At one point she was reeling off so many diseases so quickly to see if I had them that I didn't understand half of what she said. It was a relief when they were finally done and I could have some time alone to chat with Jimmy and Alissa while we waiting for my doctor to finish the other version he also had scheduled.
It was finally time to get started and I was given Terbutaline in my IV to relax the uterine muscles and to prevent contractions. I felt it kick in right away because my heart started racing. The doctor said that the best thing I could do was relax and take slow, deep breaths, but it was a little hard to regulate my breathing with that medicine. I had read that the procedure was mostly just uncomfortable so I was unprepared for the pain. I haven't had a lot of experience with pain (no broken bones, no surgeries except wisdom teeth removal) so I can say that it was probably the most intense pain I have ever felt. I couldn't help letting out a few involuntary whimpers or keep the tears back, but I didn't tell the doctor to stop when he asked. Jimmy really was a huge help during all this. I was trying to practice the breathing exercises we learned in the childbirth classes but had trouble maintaining it when the pain got really intense. Jimmy got near my head and breathed with me, helping me to focus. The doctor tried several times, trying to flip him backwards and forwards, but he could never get the baby's butt out of my pelvis. I would have gone a little longer but the doctor said that it would have happened already if it was going to.
So, we scheduled a c-section for next month. Vaginal breech births are possible, but my hospital doesn't do them and I wouldn't risk it anyway. I'm trying to not be too disappointed in myself about not being able to do it naturally. Still, I'm hoping it will be a positive experience and, of course, it's the best thing for the baby, so that is what we're going to do. It is kind of nice to have a known date for the birth since I'm such a control freak. Let the countdown begin!