Yes, it's been awhile since I posted, but life has been a little crazy. We are moved to the new place, but not everything is put away. Since bending down is harder these days and it wears me out quickly, it's taking longer than I would like to get this place in order. My wonderful husband is doing most of the work, but even he gets tired. However, now that I have stopped working and I could theoretically go into labor any day, we do feel the pressure of a deadline. It's the worst kind of deadline, though, because we don't know exactly when it is. It could be tomorrow...or it could be next week. I would still like it to be beyond next week, but my feeling is that I won't make it to my due date.
At this moment, I'm finally washing mattress pads and sheets for the crib and the pack and play, which will be Liam's bed at first. The crib is up and the mattress is here, so now I just need to wash everything and put it on there. Then I'm planning on washing baby clothes and blankets. I'm hoping to get the hospital bags packed tonight, but that's been my plan every night for the last week and it's still not done. Once Liam's stuff is washed, I think the packing will be easy.
As for Liam, he's still doing well. At my 36 week appointment (which was almost 2 weeks ago), he was in position and his head was already very low in my pelvis (explaining the constantly sore pelvis and hips). I was almost 100% effaced, but no dilation at that point. She told me he may come up to a week before his due date to a couple days after it, which means he will pretty much be born "on time." I had another appointment a week later, but I won't be checked again for those things until I'm in labor. The midwife estimated that Liam is about 6-6.5 pounds (as of last Wednesday), so he will not be a huge baby. She told me I have a great pelvis for childbirth and that I should have no problem pushing that baby out. Her confidence in me gives me confidence in myself. I know it's going to be hard work, but I'm glad I'm not looking at the prospect of birthing a 9 pound baby. Liam is still active, whamming me on a regular basis. Will's nicknames for him are Little Man and Baby Wham Wham. We love to sit and feel him squirm, which is about all he can do at this point.
As for me, I am still doing well. I'm so close to the end now, and I have to say that I have been blessed with an amazingly easy pregnancy. Things have gotten a little harder here towards the end, but I still think I've had it easier than most people. I still don't waddle (unless I have to go to the bathroom). I always thought I would start waddling once he dropped, but that hasn't been the case. I have to support my belly with a wedge pillow when I sleep. Getting up after lying down is actually pretty painful. You should see me walk right after I get up. I look so pitiful. That's the one time I feel any pain. I get a lot of Braxton Hicks contractions, but none that have really been painful. I know they're a good thing and preparing me for real labor. For most of the pregnancy, I haven't really cared anything about eating sweets (nor did I want them much before I was pregnant), but lately I have wanted things like donuts and cupcakes and ice cream. I still don't eat sweets everyday, but I think it's so strange that I want them all of a sudden at the end here.
We are really excited to meet our son soon. I now know it's true that you're never really ready. As much as I want everything to be perfectly in order before he gets here, I realize that even if it's not, it will be ok. At least that's what I keep telling myself. I really just want to get this apartment organized. Once that's done, then he can come whenever he wants!
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