We are spoiled rotten. The last few weeks have been a dream – filled with parties, well wishes and preparations for Baby MEM’s arrival. Melissa, mom and mama Ball threw me a beautiful shower complete with “guess the poop” and other games that made the afternoon a blast. Yes, I do love all of the silly bridal and baby shower games, no joke. So many of my close friends and family were able to come for the afternoon and it meant the world to me. Not to mention, we were “showered” with gifts that put Chad and I’s mind at ease because it is really intimidating to think about all of the things, big and small, you need for an incoming baby.
About a week later, I was surprised with another shower, at
work – my coworkers threw me a lovely party with more games, great food and
again, a stack of gifts we are thankful for receiving. Baby Mildenstein’s room
has gotten delightfully full over the past two weeks.
Chad and I have come a long way on the nursery – the furniture
has been put together, some of the photos are hung, and the baby’s clothes are
washed and put away. There are a few other things that need to be finished –
but we are getting there.
How I am feeling. Until this past weekend, I did not
understand why pregnant women were so cranky toward the end of pregnancy - I
could not understand the “I am just over it” frame of mind. But the day I met
the 37 week milestone it seemed that all of the annoying 9th month
symptoms greeted me. Burping up fiery belly liquid, a new gravitational pull
coming from my “no-no” place, an obscene amount of gas (way too much fiber this
week), peeing about every 15 minutes (at least having the urge too) and no sex
drive to speak of (poor Chad).
Chad and I have also been a bit cranky lately – I blame the abundance
of emotions we are both going through. Both of us are overly excited, stressed,
nervous, anxious and undoubtedly happy about the arrival of MEM. All of that
has made for PMS on crack between the two of us. With emotions hitting each end
of spectrum on a daily basis, we can switch between fighting to the death and smothering
each other with kisses from one minute to the next.
This past Sunday, I had my first bout with “first time mom”
jitters that sent me to the ER. I had not felt the baby move throughout the day
with the exception of a bump here and there. Touching Google with that kind of symptom
is dangerous because the first words that appear are “still birth” so Chad and
I went from having an awesome time at the 3rd annual
Gilpin/Mildenstein/Ball Hanukkah party to Civista. The RN was very nice but she
did give me a bit of a hard time about no calling my Dr. before coming in –
which really was a dumb mistake. But the whole experience gave me peace of mind
which was worth every moment we spent in L&D that evening. One other
mistake I made, I kept my fears and the night to myself… it was something I
should have shared with at least mom and Mel – they care about Chad and I and
this baby, they deserved to know if I thought was something was wrong. I am
regretful for keeping things secret and going forward, I will keep family aware
of the bumps in the road.
After 36 weeks, I have the joy of going to the OB once a
week and I can honestly say, I do look forward to the appointments. Anytime I
get to hear the babble of the baby’s heartbeat, I get excited (and teary). With
my due date approaching there is a new element to my check-ups… vaginal exams.
The Dr. or my PA (whomever I am seeing that particular day), has the distinct
honor to lay my knees to the side and give my birth canal a once over. As of last
week, the baby’s head was down but the shop is still completely closed. At
36w3d, that is perfectly acceptable and if I have the same result at today’s appointment
that is ok too! I was over joyed with the news that the head was down and
although I know that can change, my chances of a breech baby have gone down. The
head is in the -2 station. I am going to go ahead and thank the yoga for that
positioning.
36 weeks and 6 days.
36 weeks and 6 days.
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