So… 39 weeks. I honestly cannot right now. I have officially lost my attitude on pregnancy. All I want to do is birth this child. I cannot wait to see him. I cannot wait to hold him. I just want him in my arms and not my stomach. Try as I may, I just cannot muster up the energy to author a fully coherent post today, so please enjoy my list of feelings :)
Feeling: massive. I honestly cannot tell you how much weight I have gained because I stopped looking at the scale around 32 weeks, but if I had to bet I would say it is in the ballpark of +30 lbs. I am still in the "healthy" range according to my midwife, but still feeling like a cow none the less.
Favorite Symptom: My utter lack of care about eating Christmas cookies. Christmas cookies are by far my favorite cookies of the year, which can usually make for a very miserable experience for me since I am hypersensitive about my weight, but not this year. I am embracing my inner beast mode. I mean, I am not going crazy and eating cookies for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but I am not killing myself for indulging.
Least Favorite Symptom: Swollen hands. For the past week I have gotten this new (and oh-so-delightful) symptom of my hands swelling up at night when I sleep. I wake up and they are asleep, I cannot make a fist, and it literally feels like I have arthritis. It does not last long, but the inability to use my hands for an hour in the morning is certainly an inconvenience I look forward to being rid of sooner rather than later.
Craving: anything that will induce labor. I know that he is going to come when he is ready, but that does not mean I am going to stop encouraging an early departure!
Proud of: K and I for walking! We have been walking machines lately! We have made a goal of 3 miles a day and for the most part we have been successful!
Embarrassed by: my short fuse. This morning on our walk K playfully tried to pat my on the butt with the leash handle, but he clearly did not know his own strength and it whipped me something good. I am talking red welt on the butt. Total accident, but that did not stop me from biting his head off.
Disheartened by: my last baby appointment where my midwife informed me I am not dilated at all and that I should mentally prepare myself for the possibility that I will not have this baby until after Christmas. I walked out of her office feeling utterly deflated and then proceeded to have an emotional breakdown while changing the sheets later that day... those fitted sheets, I tell ya.
Celebrating: the birth of my nephew! Little Reed Nicholas was born on 12.14.16 at 1 AM with a full head of hair. He was three weeks early, but I honestly believe he came right on time. Holding a new baby is always something special, but watching your big sister become a mommy overnight is just an experience I cannot put into words. So despite all of my impatient energy as I await the birth of our little bundle of joy, I am still over the moon excited for our ever growing family.
Alright - and there you have it. All the feelings I can muster up today. I hope you have a great Thursday and please send good vibes my way that I can birth the child soon so I can talk about something other than pregnancy!