Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Week 38-Can I Just Meet My Son Already???

Seriously, now I know why women ask to be induced early. Not that I have any intention of doing that, but I totally get it now.

I've really enjoyed pregnancy. Month eight started to get slightly cumbersome with my growing belly, lack of energy, and rib pain, but for the most part I still enjoyed sharing my body with my son. I'm two weeks shy of 10 months and I've hit my limit. I'm humongous, like a small planet humongous, like some of my maternity clothes don't even fit me anymore humongous. I'm exhausted, A LOT. I'm up about every two hours either having to change sleeping positions or using the bathroom. I can't go anywhere, not even to the gas station without having to use the restroom; and I'm sure we've all seen public restrooms. Most people hold it until they can get to an isolated area and pee on a tree; not an option when you have a baby pressing on your bladder.

I've gained a total of 23 pounds (recommended weight gain is between 25-35), drink 64-100oz. of water a day, and marinade in stretch mark cream and oil. Up until Sunday I was able to avoid those awful red lines. The bastards literally appeared overnight, and they're not even anywhere concealable, they're right there by my belly button, front and center. That just goes to prove that you can do everything exactly how you're supposed to, and you can still end up with stretch marks. Screw you Mother Nature! You and Father Time have always been my nemesis'! Now before you roll your eyes and tell me that stretch marks fade, I'd like to say that I know that; however the word "fade" and the phrase "go away" are very different and although they will fade those stretch marks are scars I'll have for the rest of my life. Call me vain, I know it's true, but I have to live in this body for the rest of my life I don't want it all scared up.

On a happier note, Tyler is dropping. My ribs no longer hurt, and I can feel somewhat consistent pressure on my hips. There's a few other signs that birth is looming near, but I'll spare you the gory details. My doc says he's about six pounds now and he'll be between seven and eight pounds when he's born. That, of course, is just her estimate based on how I'm measuring. She feels he'll come pretty close to his due date, so I've got about another two weeks to go. I have a feeling these next two weeks will be the longest EVER. Here I was thinking that it would be best for me to get everything done by week 36 just in case Tyler came early, and if he didn't I would have an entire month to relax. I should have saved some projects to keep myself preoccupied...