39 weeks

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May 5, 2012 by Heather

Still going strong!  My womb is the place to be.  And stay, apparently.

Ah, the classic pregnant pose. Can you tell how swollen my right ankle is?

At our doctor appointment yesterday everything was still pretty much the same as it’s been for the past few weeks, except maybe with a teensy weensy bit more progress.  But not much.  I’d only gained one pound, miraculously.  My cervix is now “soft,” which according to my sister makes her think of soggy bread.  How delicious.  No dilation, but the doctor said that his head is definitely down & she is confident that I’ll be able to go into labor on my own and there will be no need to induce, which is fantastic.

I have read that the length of your pregnancy is somewhat determined by genes.  For example, my mom was two weeks late with me (not sure about my siblings), and her mom (my grandma) also had late babies.  So if I am following their lead, I will be pregnant until about July.

Pregnant senior pic, also a classic.

This week has shown a tremendous increase in my discomfort levels.  Or should I say a tremendous decrease in my comfort levels…. either way, things are getting uncomfortable.  Last week I mentioned my pelvis was not feeling so wonderful.  This week it just got worse, especially after sitting or lying down for any period of time and then getting up.  OUCH.  I mean, ouch.  Things are spreading out down there and it huuurts.  Such a strange feeling too.  I’ve tried to stay away from taking a lot of medicine while pregnant, but the past few days I have had to take some Tylenol just to ease the pain so I could walk normally.

My hormones have been on OVERDRIVE this week, oh my gosh.  So annoying.  I have been super duper emotional and cranky, much to the joy of everyone around me.  I keep worrying that Andrew is going to break up with me, at least for like a day or something.

I think I am officially to that stage in pregnancy where the size of my stomach is somewhat shocking to people.  I’ll be walking around a store and people will stare at my belly as I walk by.  Like they follow it with their eyes, not even trying to hide the fact that they are staring.  It is quite funny.

haaaaaaaaaay

Yesterday morning I had the first intense food craving I’d had in quite some time.  I was in the middle of Target and all of a sudden I needed a sausage biscuit from McDonald’s.  Urgently.  It was like I needed a sausage biscuit as much as I needed my next breath of air.  It was vital to my existence.  So I had two.

Also at Target was a lady who told me, “Don’t worry, you’ll lose the weight so fast.  You are carrying exactly like I did, and three weeks after I had my little boy I was back down to a size one.”  I just nodded and smiled, like, Yeah, can’t wait to be back down to a size one!!  PAH.  Size one my arse.

Little Watson Baby is now weighing in at a little over 7 big ones and is about 20 inches long.  So tiny, and yet so big sounding to be curled up in my belly.  Our bags are (semi) packed, the nursery is ready, and family has started in with the daily “are you still pregnant?” calls.  I’ve actually started answering the phone with, “Yes, I’m still pregnant.”  Just clears things up from the get-go.

come on, little baby.

Family is here this weekend to celebrate my birfday, which is on Monday for those of you wanting to send big gifts and such.  Big gifts only, please.  Who knows, I might end up getting a baby for my birthday.  I doubt it… but you never know!

HAPPY WEEKEND.

Oh!!!  And HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO!!!

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