Total Weight Gained: 16.2 Pounds. I’m steadily gaining 2 pounds a week right now, a trend I would desperately like to stop. Immediately.
Cravings: Nothing new really… still buffalo sauce and Milky Way Midnights. However, I was happy to find out that I still love my favorite kind of ice cream, Edy’s Rocky Road. Finally – something Noah and I can agree on.
Aversions: Movement. I’m starting to get seriously uncomfortable and finding it difficult to find a very comfortable position for very long, which is turning me into a lazy, non-productive slug. Which might explain the whole two pounds a week issue.
Doctor’s Visit: I had my glucose test last week, which I thankfully passed. But because of some major pains and issues I’d felt the day before, they gave me a (sixth!!) sonogram, just to make sure my fluid levels were okay, which they were. And WOW – Noah looked HUGE!! I was amazed at how chubby he looked. Poor guy – he definitely has mine and Ali’s chubby cheeks:
His legs and arms also looked pretty chubby already, which is so hard for me to comprehend, since I know that babies born at this point have absolutely no body fat and look very un-baby like. But for some reason, at least on the sonogram, he looked like a regular baby – just squooshed.
Movements: Another thing I found out from the sonogram is that he has managed to flip around and is currently breech – with his head up in my ribs and his feet in perfect position to repeatedly and constantly kick me in the cervix.
Which is probably what was causing my pain in the first place.
But because of that, his movements have gotten pretty painful at times. Also, though, he’s really starting to fill up my belly, so I can feel every stretch, shift, and wiggle – which is fun and yet quite consuming all at once.
Birth Plan: If you’re wondering why my weeks in my title add up to 39 weeks, that’s because since Ali ended up being a C-Section, the current birth plan is: if I go into labor before 39 weeks, I’m totally willing to try a VBAC. However, my doctor doesn’t necessarily want me to go past 39 weeks (and I’m sure I won’t want to go past it either), so I have a scheduled C-Section for December 20th if he hasn’t come before then.
I’m really fine either way – I’m totally willing to try a VBAC, even though it might not be successful and I might have to have a C-Section anyway. But I also don’t mind another C-Section – I didn’t find it that hard to recover from, and I know what to expect.
Personally, I’d prefer he decided to come out on his own around 38 weeks – I really don’t want to be in the hospital the week of Christmas. But Chris has this romantic, idealistic, Griswold-esque idea of how festive the hospital will be, and that they’ll send Noah home in a stocking, and it will be a perfectly amazing Christmas…
So we’ll see.