Time is really moving fast these days. Maybe not fast enough for my swollen feet, but we're only about 5 weeks away from baby boys debut. I couldn't be more excited and ready to meet my sweet boy, but that total panic feeling has set in regarding getting everything ready. For the most part we're ready. It's just the small things to shop for and finish, plus the overwhelming desire to clean out my entire condo. I'm grateful for my very helpful hubby.
Yesterday we visited with the doctor. After measuring me and feeling my belly he estimates he weighs between 6 and 6.5 pounds; I'm 34 weeks. I failed my initial one hour diabetes test, but thankfully passed the 3 hour test. Mothers with gestational diabetes generally have larger babies, I was borderline. I have a big husband and he has quite the family history of big babies (good thing I didn't know this until after we were married). For all of these reason, he's ordered an ultrasound at 38 weeks (around Feb 9) to see how large babe is. If he is as big as he's thinking, I'll be scheduled to be induced at 39 weeks (around Feb 16). It's hospital policy to not induce before 39 weeks, unless their is a medical reason and big baby is not included in that.
Wednesday we welcomed a new Cotter nephew from Cameron and Lyndsay. Baby Henry is as cute as they come and makes me long for mine. He was 21" and weighed in at 9lb 10oz, remember that family history thing? Taylor is sure they've been BFF's up in heaven, getting ready to come down. Only a few weeks until they'll be reunited again.
Sleep has become an issue for me, because it's not happening very well. My hip has been messed up since my Old Navy days and the pain has only become exacerbated since pregnancy began. That combined with the extra weight, swollen feet and that all too familiar "I gotta go" feeling has left me uncomfortable and fatigued. I hate to sound like a complainer, I know it will be worth it. Lack of sleep is just preparing me for what is to come! Taylor has put me on a rather strict sleep time schedule. It was so cute he sent me the schedule with pictures at work the other day. It's just like him to want to fix it and it has been helping.
At 8pm I take a bath for 30 minutes
At 8:30 I watch TV in bed and he will give me a ten minute back/neck/shoulder rub
At 9:30 sleepy time
More sleep leads to me being less crazy as well. My emotions and worrying have gotten the best of me. Last night I had crazy dream.
I went into labor and could tell he was coming really fast. We got to the hospital, but they wouldn't let us in until we had paid in full. We pulled out our flex card and ran it and they said we still owed more, so we paid and they finally let us in. The doctor realized the baby was coming fast, but said he was too big and ordered a c-section. They open me and look at the baby and say, "We're sorry he's just not ready" and sew me back up. They tell me to come back in 2 weeks, that he'll be ready by then and send me home.
It was awful. I told Taylor and he said it's all my worries manifested in one giant dream. HAHA I really need to stop worrying. Only a few weeks and I will be worrying if the baby's breathing while he sleeping. Oh well, what else is a mother to do?
