This week started out as any other normal, hot, super pregnant week … but, it was also my birthday week, 26 … how ya’ doin’?! James is finishing up the final piece of furniture for Penny’s room (dresser/changing table), and that’s one last thing we’ll be able to check off our list! It seems as with most lists, this one that we have going never seems to get any shorter. With one thing crossed off, we add five more. But that’s what keeps life interesting, right?
Just how our life lists are constantly changing—so did my plans of a nice, normal week. I started becoming kind of sore in my hips midweek, and it felt like there was a spaghetti squash nestled in my pelvis. Does everyone get this? I thought maybe it was just from sleeping wrong or maybe I’d over done it on my evening lap around the neighborhood. It also crossed my mind that it’s a very real possibility that things were expanding in preparation to deliver this spaghetti squash baby. Could I be … dilated? Nah, not yet. There’s no way.
Man, was I wrong. Our weekly appointments, which usually consist of peeing in a cup and checking vital signs and baby’s heartrate cumulate a total of maybe 30 minutes. In and out, easy breezy. However, at this one, our lovely obstetrician checked me for the first time and excitedly announced that I was 3 centimeters! WHAT?! I was overcome with a wave of feeling extremely hot as I looked over at James. The process had begun. This crazy concept that we used to talk about in our early years of dating—having kids and becoming our own little family—was going to become a reality sooner than we thought. Our original weekend plans of birthday cake and cooking out could very well be filled with hospital food and baby snuggles.
On top of this exciting news, I was also sent next door for a NST (Non-stress test), since I had mentioned she wasn’t moving quite as much as she normally does. This “quick”, routine appointment turned into a two hour visit and had us leaving feeling anxious, excited, nervous … just all the feels in general. We decided to partake in a celebratory birthday dinner that evening (just in case) and keep plans for the rest of the weekend on a “fly by the seat of our pants” basis. Just in case.
While I’ve tried brisk walking, lunges, dancing and spicy food since our appointment … it hasn’t turned my Braxton Hicks contractions into true, labor contractions. On one hand, I was really hoping she’d make her appearance this weekend, and we could maybe share a birthday! However, on the other hand, I’m relieved she decided to stay in there and continue to grow and develop … and I could enjoy some birthday burgers and cake!
With hitting that 37 week mark, you gain that proud label of “full-term,” which also means that the lump of love you’ve been growing for the past eight months could arrive at any moment. I think this anticipation is what causes these last few weeks of pregnancy to feel like your 14th trimester and 1,278th year of being pregnant. Each day as you roll out of bed you wonder, “Is today the day?”… I guess this is the first taste of living on “their” time and no longer yours.