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Bleh. Ouch. and Owwwey.
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It’s 3:58 am.
A time when all good peoples should be snug tight in their little (or big!) beds.
Yet here I am..
*OUCH*
I’ll be 38 weeks this coming Tuesday - a milestone considering that when I was 34 weeks, I endured a 4 day hospital stay hooked up to magnesium drips and steroids shots because they thought the baby was coming early.
Guess he’s gotten himself cozy.
And it hurts like crud.
I still haven’t really felt any contractions (during the hospital stay they said the monitor was picking up contractions every 2-4 minutes all day the first day and 6-8 per hour on Friday but I never felt them). Unfortunately, the women in my family have a history of not feeling contractions until -BAM- it’s over and done with and the baby is about to fly out.
Great.
Although my dog Gabby was more than happy to do it, I personally don’t want to give sudden birth at home on our bed.
Or in a taxi.
(Wait. I never take taxis. I guess that’s just a stereotypical fear. :))
Outside of not feeling contractions, I do feel other kinds of pain though. The baby is so low that his head can….
(men, or squeamish ladies, stop reading)
…can be felt only 2 inches “in”. I can feel it myself. (Being able to even reach “down there” at 9 months pregnant is a miracle in itself). It’s the strangest thing. The girl who did my ultrasound at my doctor’s appointment yesterday had an extremely hard time (again) getting his head measurement. She couldn’t believe how low he was and asked me, astonished, was I sure I wasn’t having contractions. (Which reminds me, I haven’t blogged about that visit yet. My memory and ability to focus is very fleeting right now.)
So, anyway, because he is so low, every bone, joint, and muscle in my hip region contorts with pain every time his head moves around. Walking hurts. Standing hurts. Sitting hurts. Even laying hurts. If you’ve ever done a split (or, “russian”) and accidentally pulled a groin or inner thigh muscle, then you can imagine just slightly what this type of pain feels like.
And I swear, I felt my belly growing a few days ago. Cross my heart. It even looks about 5 inches bigger.
I’m just routinely miserable, and sleep is few & far between now. I had already resigned myself to 18-40 years of no sleep after the baby was born - I just didn’t expect it to start now! I went to bed tonight at 11:30 pm and spent a very, very uncomfortable 4 hours tossing and turning and saying “ouchy” over and over. Last night I slept a bit, but awoke at 3 am…4:15…5:30…and 7 am respetively.
Did I ever mention how deep of a sleeper I normally am? The family joke has always been that the world could end around me and I wouldn’t wake up.
How do women who have 5 or more kids do this so often?? Kevin and I have always said we wanted 4 children, but in my weaker moments this month I’ve had the vaguest notion that I don’t really want to do this again…and again…and again.
Bleh.
I’m sure I’ll change my mind though. They say after birth women get amnesia and don’t remember the pain.
What I wouldn’t do for a bit of that amnesia pill right now though.
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April 19th, 2008 at 3:58 pm
Ok..it’s getting about time
I was 38 weeks when i had Tyler.. So now it’s your turn..Go for it this week 
April 20th, 2008 at 7:40 pm
Oh - you’re almost there! I’m so sorry you’re uncomfortable! The last couple weeks are always hard. Of course you won’t even remember this when you’re holding little Jack in your arms. And once you get him home and start the feeding schedule, you’ll be able to sleep anytime and anywhere because you’ll just be so exhausted. So take heart!
(Seriously - it’s all wonderful! There’s so much grace for the round the clock feedings in the beginning and you have a very supportive hubby who will help you!)