Week 38 (April 14-20)
Symptoms: Back pain, heartburn, Braxton Hicks contractions, teary hormonal outbursts, minor ankle swelling but major leg pain. Oh, and a healthy dose of “I’m so effing done!”
Body changes: I have no concept of if my stomach got any bigger. I don’t think so. I was down a pound at my doctor’s appointment on Tuesday — although my weight is still much, much higher than I would repeat to many people on the planet. (Hint: there are two “2s” in the number, and they aren’t the final two digits. Yeah … I know!)
Baby movement: My spidey-sense tells me this kid is huge. That and the fact that she beats the living shit out of me on a daily basis. OW OW OW! I don’t remember it hurting this much last time! And yet my stomach seems smaller this time? What gives?
Cravings: Potato chips. And sometimes cereal. Cereal is a pregnancy staple.
Aversions: Everything else. Food = ew.
High point: Knowing this was my last final full week of pregnancy! Oh, and wrapping up my freelance work on Friday, for the next six weeks. For the past few days, I’ve gotten to see what it would be like if I didn’t freelance during every naptime. I’ve edited home videos of the toddler (he loves to watch himself). I created his entire second-year photobook online (shoutout to Mixbook.com, because you are freaking awesome). I’m productive, but it’s FUN productive!
Low point: Trouble deciding what to tackle, when I feel like doing everything and nothing all at once. Oh, and lots of breakdown-y feelings about how hard it’s been to take care of a one-year-old when you’re a zillion years pregnant, and worrying about C-section recovery.
How does this week compare to Week 38 during pregnancy #1? Crap! I don’t think we installed the carseat yet. I know it’s IN the van, because
in a hormonal rage I made Darling Husband put it in. But he had a bunch of boxes in the van, too, so I think it’s just floating loose somewhere inside. Must get on that, seeing as that we leave for the city TOMORROW MORNING (to do pre-op bloodwork, settle the toddler at Mom’s, etc.)
Oh, what? Right. How does the week compare? Well, I’m certainly not obsessing about going early, like I did last time. That is the nice thing about having a set C-section date. I’m not freaking out like a lunatic like I was last time, because even though you KNOW due dates are crap, you can’t help but cling to them — and even hope you’re earlier. You can pretty much count on a C-section date, so I’m not going nuts thinking it might be earlier. I’m overall way more relaxed this time around, which is a good thing.