Profile of TheFinalist at 34 weeks 4 days.
This was from last week’s appointment. Kinda fuzzy ’cause when you get to this point the ultrasounds get a little hard to see.
He’s still measuring about 2 weeks larger than he is in gestational age. I don’t feel like he’s ridiculously huge, but his position is about to do me in. Straight up and down. And I don’t exactly have a long torso to fit him in like that. The good thing, positionally, is that he is head down.
This week (35 weeks 4 days) started our weekly check ups. We started one week early with this because of his size. We wanted to see if my body is progressing at the same rate as his size. No effacement. 1-2 centimeters dilated. We won’t schedule an induction any time soon. And maybe not at all. We’ll have to see. I do live 40 some odd minutes away from the hospital, this is my 5th child, and my other labors have gone fairly quickly. Plus, I have 4 other little people to see that they get to their sitter. On the other hand, I’ve scheduled inductions with the last 2 children and they came on their own before we could even get there to induce. So, it was all rather pointless. Another consideration is how the Group B Strep test comes out next week (please pray for negative on this). I’ve been positive on the last 2 babies and they like to get a certain amount of antibiotics into my system before the delivery, but with their quick arrivals didn’t have the time to get the full amount into me. Just ups the stress level for me (not to mention the risk level for the baby). In theory, the scheduled inductions were going to help with this scenario. No such.
The house is getting closer to my level of readiness acceptance. But it’s just not there and I feel the clock ticking down. If we don’t induce then I have tops 4 1/2 weeks. If we induce at the weeks my doc mentioned – then that could leave me with as little as 3 weeks. I know, I’m nesting. My honey asked the other day what all I wanted done and then looked at me like I was crazy when I listed everything. I said, “I just want it done.” To which he replied, “That is the motto of the nesting woman.” I know. However, I must say, when he kept all 4 children yesterday for me to go to the doc alone, when I arrived home he had rearranged the furniture I had listed, had the kids pick up the living areas, moved all the couches and swept under them, fixed the kiddos dinner, took the trash out, and swept all the living areas. A.maz.ing.
I am contracting more and more. Not unusual for me. I don’t even really pay attention to them unless I notice that they are coming pretty often, then I will drink some water, stop working, change positions, and start clocking them. But I really don’t expect anything so early as this.
I’m still sick in case you’re wondering. I’m weary of this. Yes, there are prescriptions, but after discussing them with my doctor, I’m going to stick with my Zantac. It would be a toss-up as to whether they would even help, there are other potential side effects, and really, I just would rather stick with this than that, so I’m holdin’ out for the baby to come.
Fairly certain his online name will be TheFinalist. Matt and I had talked about it and this was his suggestion (right, of course?!) I thought it was too funny! I know, most of you don’t believe us (is there really even one of you that does?) But I feel done. Not like, my honey feels done and I’ll go along. Like, I’m done. I know, we’ll see. But ugh. That’s all I’ve got to say on this one.
Pretty sure Matt will be live-blogging the birth from the hospital (we now have a laptop!!) Stay tuned: that will be a scene, man. By live-blogging I mean, he’ll let you know when the day comes, he’ll update you with the progress (probably with his
famous “contracting” pictures he loves to take) and then he’ll post those glowing beautiful after-pics of all of us with Baby. Not like you get to see the birth live. That’s not for you. Even if you did want to see that (and shame on you for that, if so). And did I tell you what he said when we were discussing this? Me: “I’m thinking of having
Melissa live-blog for me, but you’d have to tell her what’s going on.” Him: “Live-blogging, huh? I could do that: I could pretend I’m you and talk a bunch about the baby and whine a bunch and say something about chili bites.” It’s sure to be entertaining.
