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The middle-of-the-night bathroom runs are back. Just one or two a night, so it’s not too bad. Except this morning, shortly after 6AM, I think I passed my mucous plug.

(First “bloody show”!)

Kevin paged the midwife on call, who assured us that everything was probably fine, but I might go into labour this weekend.

We haven’t installed the carseat and I haven’t finished packing the hospital bag and we still haven’t found a family doctor and the floors need to be swiffered AAGH.

Then again, who knows? It might not happen this weekend.

At our last appointment, my midwife estimated munchkin’s weight to be around six pounds. That sounds manageable. If I carry to 40 weeks, munchkin will likely be in the sixes or low sevens.

Footnote: I’ve barely gained 25 pounds this pregnancy.

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loose ends

Posted on: 27 March 2012

This is a few days late, but …

week 38

I’m glad I made it past the weekend, because we were way out in the suburbs and it would’ve been a looong drive to the hospital. And I forgot to bring my CareCard. Also, my baby shower was Sunday night.

Talk about cutting it close!

Now to see if I’ll make it past this coming weekend. I hope so, because I have a dinner on Wednesday and another on Sunday. My mom said she tended to deliver a week early, but then pointed out that she was much more deliberate about being active and getting exercise during pregnancy than I’ve been. Heh.

I think most women are so over being pregnant by this point … but then “most women” seem to suffer ten times the symptoms I do. Although it’d be awesome to sleep on my stomach again. And to have my belly button look normal. AND TO GO SNOWBOARDING.

Munchkin is FULL TERM.

week 36

week 37

 

 

 

 

 

But s/he’d better not come yet, because I am so NOT READY. Just … stay in there until Easter long weekend, alright? At least give me the remainder of March to tie up loose ends.

I’ve been having braxton-hicks contractions all day. They don’t hurt, but when they happen my belly bunches up all lopsided, because munchkin has been hanging out on my right side all pregnancy.

Our baby stuff is scattered around the house. Actually, there’s not that much baby stuff. People think babies are expensive, that you need to afford to have kids, but that’s only if you fall for all the marketing gimmicks. Especially the ones that play off the insecurities of first-time mothers.

Here’s the glider in the living room.

We weren’t planning on having a glider, but then this one showed up on Craigslist for free! (I have some crazy stories to tell about Craigslist, having never used it until recently, but don’t know if I’ll ever get to them. I don’t know if I have enough energy for that kind of crazy.)

At one point we had four baby swings/rockers/vibrating bouncy chairs. My favourite is the Bright Starts InGenuity portable swing we picked up from the hand-me-down exchange corner of my midwifery clinic. I love that corner. And they should make adult versions of these things.

We might keep another rocker on standby for a while, in case munchkin is contrary and decides to hate this one. (S/he was contrary enough to be uncooperative at the big twenty-week ultrasound, after all.) The rocker came with a ring sling and the above change table, another Craigslist find at $20. If we weren’t planning to cloth diaper, we might not have bothered with a change table, but I figured a change station of sorts would be easier with cloth. Once we have a diaper pail I’ll move the swing elsewhere.

I didn’t consider a stroller to be particularly essential, but a colleague of Kevin’s very kindly passed down her Graco Mosaic travel system to us. After fussing with it endlessly, because that thing is quite nifty, I’ve parked it in a corner of our dining area. She also gave us a newborn-to-toddler bathtub. Speaking of tubs, my friend had her baby last October, and during his first bath she accidentally dropped her husband’s new iPhone 4S into the water.

I’m probably on record for wondering why baby shoes even exist, but then I came across these. For 99 cents. And I succumbed.

Some time later, one mother informed me that baby shoes are for keeping their socks on. I feel sufficiently justified. These, and the rest of munchkin’s squee-inducing wardrobe are in an old dresser in the guest room that never became a nursery.

I like the idea of a nursery, but I’m not sure how practical it would be for us to have everything in a single small room in one corner of the house. Chances are, not very.

I’m at the momentous 35/35! (It took me way too long to figure out what that means.)

I’ve been called both big AND tiny for my gestational age. I’ve had a persistent unsatisfied craving for ice cream, preferably of the McDonald’s or DQ variety. I am morbidly curious about other people’s labour stories.

Here is our crib, which we snagged with mattress plus four fitted sheets plus mobile (not the one pictured) for $50, from a nice lady who was probably unaware that passing on a recalled crib is of questionable legality. (For the record, I wasn’t aware either, until reading about the great recall scare of 2009. So much fear-mongering. And wow, mothers can be a paranoid, panicky bunch.)

It’s a Storkcraft ELISA, manufactured in 2002. We’ve already installed the new mattress support brackets, and the dropside immobilizers just need to be plopped into place. The crib was in excellent condition otherwise … even the old support brackets, which were recalled because there was a possibility of breakage when installed incorrectly.

As it is, I’m more concerned about that wedding picture falling off the wall onto the baby than I am about the crib malfunctioning.

OMG in another month or so THERE WILL BE A BABY in that crib.

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Sometimes I’m so eager for munchkin to be here. I want to know whether we’ll be parents to a son or a daughter. I wonder what s/he will look like. I wonder about personality, temperament. I wonder how motherhood will change my life and my worldview.

At other times I feel like dragging my feet. Pregnancy is easy. Parenthood seems difficult. I fear it will wage war with my natural inclinations toward selfishness and laziness.

Also, Kevin and I have been married for nearly four years, and we’re comfortable. I enjoy the life and the relationship dynamic that we have. It’s laid-back and affectionate and fun. Time and again I hear new mothers say that they can no longer imagine life without their child, that it’s as if their little one has always been there … but on this side of giving birth, I don’t know what that means. Not that I don’t believe it. I just have no frame of reference, and a small part of me is afraid of messing with an already good thing.

But then munchkin starts rolling around trying to bust out, and I’m back to wondering what s/he looks like. I hope s/he has Kevin’s nose. S/he’ll probably be born with a lot of hair – really dark, really thick, really curly.

(I know my hair is straight in most pictures. Flat iron.)

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Posted on: 24 February 2012

Munchkin is very squirmy and hiccup-y. The hiccups feel like popcorn – a single large kernel popping low in my pelvis. As for squirmy, well, when munchkin is on the move my melon-like midriff undulates. Literally, visibly. Sometimes it bounces and spasms too. Silly munchkin. According to my midwife, during an active phase we want at least six movements in two hours. I believe we’re closer to six movements in twenty seconds.

I started to catch Kevin’s cold, I think, but it seems to have gone already without sticking. Just a day or two of snuffles, a hint of congestion and throat scratchiness. (How did that happen, anyway? We were so careful! I mean, he was careful enough for the both of us. I wasn’t all that careful, because I stubbornly believe that my immune system is impenetrable.) We’re both asymptomatic now and feeling fine.

According to the scale at my parents’ place, I’ve gained about twenty two pounds. The internet tells me this is within the healthy NON-PREGNANT weight range for my height. The internet doesn’t know how underweight I was before pregnancy (not significantly underweight, no worries). At this rate, maybe I could afford to not shed any weight after birth. Although I think my face looks wider, HAHA.

Ugh, I’m feeling the extra weight though. When I stop to think about it, I feel heavy. And I get braxton-hicks … randomly, but especially when I walk for any distance longer than, say, a block.

week 34

Gratuitous popping belly button shot.

third trimester squirmies