Pregnancy Weight: No change at 39 weeks pregnant! Again I just want to reiterate how freakin’ awesome the end of the third trimester is. In not one word of a lie, I have been eating dessert daily and the scale has not moved.
Who wouldn’t love this?!
And mark my word, I will continue on this path until this child is out of my ute. Because we all know, after he comes out I will be saying no to dessert and anything else that will halt weight loss… until then, bring on the dessert! Might as well enjoy it!
Blood Pressure: 97/66
Baby’s Heartbeat: He was in the 130′s and my OB made a comment that he doesn’t like me on my back. I moved around a little and then his heart rate went up to the 140′s and 150′s.
Baby’s Position: No change here: Head down. Good little boy!
Weeks my belly is measuring at: 39 weeks pregnant. My OB made a comment that he doesn’t seem as low as the week before. Blah.
Internal: Checking the usual stuff did not hurt. However, she stripped my membranes and I said “Ouch, ouch, ouch” out loud. Not really painful, but very uncomfortable. Good thing is that it only last 10-15 seconds at the most. Anyone can handle that!
Internal stats: 80% effaced still. Cervix OPEN. Dilated 1.5 cm. Went back to a -2 station. Doesn’t he know that he needs to be dropping down instead of going the other way? Oy.
Baby’s Momma: Most excellent! I feel like I’m such a trooper being pregnant and still doing the same stuff as before. I can’t tell you how many people were shocked that I was at the Aerosmith concert last night. Not gonna lie, it felt good when people asked me when I was due and I simply replied, “Thursday”.
I heard so many comments like, “You’re such a trooper!”, “I’m glad that you aren’t letting pregnancy stop you from doing things!’, etc. Even Tarzan told me how awesome I was for being such a good sport. Sure I have a little slower walk in my step and I have to go to the bathroom more, but overall, I feel good and I’m not going to let something like being pregnant keep me at home.
And it must be said, even though it could sound very b!tchy of me and I don’t know her story at all, but there was another pregnant girl in front of us at the concert. She wasn’t as far along as I am, maybe 26 weeks at the most (and that’s purely based on the fact that I’m basically a pregnancy expert now. Only kidding.)
She was sitting down so much of the time and it didn’t look like she was having fun at all. Obviously it’s not a competition, but I found myself glancing over at her while I was up dancing and singing along and she was sitting down and I wanted to pat myself on the back. Again, I don’t know her story at all or how her pregnancy is going, but on a purely superficial level (yes, I completely admit that), I felt like I was a badass for being so close to my due date and dancing the night away.
And now to redeem myself, I friended a lady in a motorized scooter while in line waiting for ice. Technically she could walk, but since it was such a long walk and since she has really bad arthritis in her back, she opted for the scooter option. Anyways, she was really sweet to me and we chit-chatted while waiting in the ridiculously long line.
There are these weird things when it is your turn in line and I didn’t know if her scooter would fit through there, so I offered to buy her margarita for her. She was so thankful and it made me feel so good. People should help people more often. Where has all the niceness gone in the world?
Stretch Marks: NONE. Pregnancy week 39 is being very kind to me
Swollen pregnancy feet or hands: Nope. (Thank you!)
Belly Button: In. I’m glad that it is still in, but I am just a very teeny tiny bit disappointed. Not that I want a gross protruding belly button (no offense), but I just thought that having one was part of being pregnant. You know, like a turkey when it’s done. I thought it would be popping out by now being 39 weeks pregnant. Hmmm, guess not. Maybe pregnancy week 40?
Next appointment: July 21st. I hope there is some progress because I have a feeling that we will be talking about other options if there isn’t. My due date is Thursday, July 23rd, and my OB will only let me go to 41 weeks pregnant, which means if an induction was to be done it would happen very close to being 41 weeks pregnant. I do not want to go this route at all, but I also know that I would be in excellent hands if I had to. You can bet your butt that I’ll be walking a ton, having sex, and doing whatever else can be done to get this baby out on his own.
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Funny story during appointment: If you were on twitter yesterday, you know that we had to wait a long time for the OB to actually see me. Tarzan and I are really good at keeping ourselves entertained, which is a good thing. We were taking pictures of the random stuff in the exam room (all the pictures you see on this post) and giggling.
While I was sitting on the exam table, with my dress hiked up, panties off, and using a paper-thin cover to protect my goods, I started to tap my fingers on the sides of the bed. T. looked up at me and was like, “Do you hear that?” This is about the time that my giggles turned to extreme laughter. Like from the belly laughter.
As if laughing really loudly at the OB’s office wasn’t enough (the walls are so thin there), I was shaking the bed from laughing so hard. I guess the bed is not in the newest condition because it was making a very loud noise upon each shake that I made. So loud that it sounded like T. and I were messing around on the bed. No joke. To make matters worse, T. kept on saying, “Stop Jane!” and that made me laugh and shake even harder, which increased the noise tremendously.
Naturally all of this laughing made me have to go to the bathroom, so I composed myself and hopped of the bed. As soon as I opened the door, I saw two nurses standing outside of our door. It was awkward and I have a feeling that they thought something was going on in our room too. LOL.
Sure, sex helps move along labor they say, especially being 39 weeks pregnant. But having sex in the doctor’s office would not be the best idea! I still wonder if the nurses think we had sex!
Big milestones this week: Aerosmith concert and feeling like I’m just in a really good place right now. I’m more in love with my husband than ever (and vice versa) and I can’t wait to bring our little baby boy in this world. We had a great dinner, complete with a non-alcoholic beer for me.
We reminisced about certain parts of dating from the past 6 years and how happy we both are. I know it sounds cheesy, but it was really sweet. It’s nice to have been together for so long, dating and marriage, and to still enjoy each other’s company. I’ve also wanted to be the couple who is 80 years old and still in love. There’s just something so sweet about it.
Anyways, T. told me that while he was driving a few days ago, he just felt really proud of his family: me, our dog, and our unborn baby. It just made him feel really happy and proud. Isn’t that sweet?
We are starting another beginning with one another and, while it was scary when I first got pregnant, it’s so fabulous now. We are both so excited and can’t wait to have an addition to our family. It’s a cool feeling to be so in love and to be on this journey together.
Tip for all you pregnant ladies: One word: Ice. Instead of drinking tons of water while you are at a concert, movies (if you don’t chew loudly), or anywhere else where you don’t want to constantly go to the bathroom, chew/suck on ice instead. I learned this from the above mentioned pregnant girl and it was brilliant. I had a ton of ice and I didn’t have to leave the concert to pee all of the time. Brilliant!
So here we are. Pregnancy week 39. The clock is ticking. LOUDLY!
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