We are at that fun juncture in pregnancy: 35 weeks down, 35 days to go! A little over one month left. I know I say this all the time, but it’s still a little unbelievable that we will have another sweet baby boy in roughly a month. I can’t wait to meet him, but at the same time I would like him to bake for at least three more weeks. Which will pass by so quickly, it’s kind of scary.
We’re relatively prepared for Little Brother to arrive, except for a few details like ordering his bedding and moving the rest of Cole’s clothes into his new room, and getting Cole accustomed to his new room. I’d like to get the bassinet put together sometime this week and possibly go ahead and install the infant car seat base, but if I don’t get around to it that’s okay. Hmm. Maybe I should go ahead and pack a bag for the hospital. It seems like I had all of this stuff done way before this point last time around. Oh well. It’ll get done. He’ll have a bed and clothes and diapers and milk by the time he arrives, one way or another. We’re much more relaxed this time around, thankfully. Having a busy toddler to take care of tends to keep you occupied.
I have actually been in some pain this weekend. My mom came to visit and due to a series of unfortunate events, we ended up walking nearly a mile at 10:00 at night through the parking decks at Lenox Square on Saturday night, which didn’t really help matters as regards my symphysis pubis pain. I do think I succeeded in getting the baby to drop down a little bit, so hopefully he will engage soon and stay put. All of his movements have been a bit lower than normal; I’m still having trouble breathing though. He’s still a pretty big little guy even though I’m told he’s only measuring in the 70th to 75th percentile. Pregnancy amnesia definitely occurred between carrying Cole and this baby. I honestly don’t remember being in this much pain last time. I remember some hip pain and some shortness of breath, but not to this extent. Maybe the heat has had something to do with it, as well as the aforementioned busy toddler keeping me very busy in the evenings and on weekends. I’ve started watching people as they move around the office at work and started using them as my own little courier service of sorts. If I need something from the file room I wait for someone to walk by me going in there and ask them to bring it to me. If someone from the other side of the office ventures over, I send documents back to the other side with them. Desperate times call for desperate measures, right? The transition from sitting to standing has become such an ordeal for me that I try to do it as seldom as possible. Which is probably counterproductive, but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do.
“Your baby doesn’t have much room to maneuver now that he’s over 18 inches long and tips the scales at 5 1/4 pounds (pick up a honeydew melon). Because it’s so snug in your womb, he isn’t likely to be doing somersaults anymore, but the number of times he kicks should remain about the same. His kidneys are fully developed now, and his liver can process some waste products. Most of his basic physical development is now complete — he’ll spend the next few weeks putting on weight.
Your uterus — which was entirely tucked away inside your pelvis when you conceived — now reaches up under your rib cage. If you could peek inside your womb, you’d see that there’s more baby than amniotic fluid in there now. Your ballooning uterus is crowding your other internal organs, too, which is why you probably have to urinate more often and may be dealing with heartburn and other gastrointestinal distress. If you’re not grappling with these annoyances, you’re one of the lucky few.
From here on out, you’ll start seeing your practitioner every week. Sometime between now and 37 weeks, she’ll do a vaginal and rectal culture to check for bacteria called Group B streptococci (GBS). (Don’t worry — the swab is the size of a regular cotton swab, and it won’t hurt at all.) GBS is usually harmless in adults, but if you have it and pass it on to your baby during birth, it can cause serious complications, such as pneumonia, meningitis, or a blood infection. Because 10 to 30 percent of pregnant women have the bacteria and don’t know it, it’s vital to be screened. (The bacteria come and go on their own — that’s why you weren’t screened earlier in pregnancy.) If you’re a GBS carrier, you’ll get IV antibiotics during labor, which will greatly reduce your baby’s risk of infection.
This is also a good time to create a birth plan. Using our form will help you focus on specifics — like who’ll be present, what pain management techniques you want to try, and where you want your baby to stay after you deliver. It will give you a starting point to discuss your preferences with your medical team. Childbirth is unpredictable, and chances are you won’t follow your plan to the letter, but thinking about your choices ahead of time — and sharing your preferences with your caregiver — should take some of the anxiety out of the process.”
Hooray for waste products! Yay for butt swabs!
How Far Along? 35 weeks.
Total Weight Gained/Loss? Last official weigh-in was 20 pounds.
Maternity Clothes? Yep.
Sleep? Eh. We all slept in all weekend, which was nice. I could have slept all day, though.
Best Moment of the Week? Spending some time with my mom, and getting some things done around the house while she occupied Cole. And eating a yummy steak that the Mister grilled last night. It was delicious.
Movement? Oh yes.
Food Craving? None to speak of this week.
Food aversions? Whatever has previously made me vomit.
Morning sickness? Nope.
Symptoms? Acne, hip pain, fatigue, some Braxton Hicks contractions.
Gender? Little brother.
Labor Signs? None yet. I’ll definitely be on the lookout for them though.
Belly Button? Yucky, according to Cole.
What I miss? Being able to stand up without searing pain in my hips.
What I’m looking forward to? Being done with all the little things we have to get done.
Milestones? 35/35. Getting to be pregnant another week.
*Yes, I’ve started using my son’s actual name instead of his initials. We’re not important enough to preserve that sort of anonymity, and when Baby Brother is born I will have two CJs to write about so I’m just going to start using their given names. The Mister will still be the Mister, though.