A few days ago, I talked my husband into an impromptu maternity photo shoot. When you’re 35 weeks pregnant and feeling cute, you take advantage bc it may never happen again ;). I’m the photographer in the family, but he held his own and got me a few good shots to remember my last pregnancy by.
Amelia is super pumped to be a big sister. I’m excited for her, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t pile onto my anxiety. God forbid, if something should go wrong, it’s not only my husband and I who will suffer. 😦 *BUT ENOUGH OF THAT FOR NOW* I don’t have enough energy to entertain negative thinking at the moment.
Saturday, baby girl passed her non-stress test quickly for the second week in a row – I, on the other hand, experienced some regular, mild contractions while on the monitor. The nurse mentioned that they could keep me and hook me up to IVs – as is pre-term labor protocol – but because I live only 5 minutes from the hospital, she told me to go home, take it easy and hydrate, with orders to come back in if the contractions became painful.
I spent the rest of the day relaxing with my girl, in bed, binging “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.” It was nice, and eventually, they went away.
This week, I’ve had some stressful night meetings, and today the contractions were back with a vengeance. I feel like I still can’t tell the difference between real contractions and Braxton Hicks. What I felt came from the top and not the sides, and the pain, though slight, was accompanied by pressure and pushing down low. From what I have read and remember from my first labor, they definitely seem real.
I had to go into the OB’s office to redo my Group B Strep swab anyway, so I asked about them and told the NP that last time the contractions felt like this – no big deal – until they were 1.5 minutes apart and suddenly terribly painful. We decided it was best to do a quick exam, just to see where things stand. Everything for the moment is high and shut down tight, which is good. She can stay that way for another couple of weeks, but then it’s time to work on coming out to meet us!
Her movements are delightful bc they tell me she’s OK in between our weekly NSTs, but they’ve also become painful, and cramped. I wake up feeling sore, like someone has beaten me in the night. I wake every 1-2 hours to pee. I’m so ready to be done.
My glucose numbers have evened out a bit. Last week I thought they were getting crazy again, but I feel more confident now that perhaps I can finish this thing through on two 500mg Metformin tabs per day, sans insulin. I’ll come back in a few days and post all my numbers, just bc I think they will be neat to see all in one place.
I hope that I can continue limiting carbs after this baby is born. Definitely not as strict as I have been doing, but it might be a good idea to try and avoid getting Type 2 when all is said and done. After all, my mother’s five brothers have Type 2 diabetes, and my father is pre-diabetic, and I started this pregnancy quite a bit overweight. All of those odds are stacked against me.
I feel the nesting bug hardcore, and there’s so much to do, both at home and at work before this baby comes! Wish me luck 🙂