So here we are, I'm 36 weeks. Well, 36 weeks and 2 days. And still no baby. I'm convinced that doctors really just let words spew out of their mouths regardless of validity. Was it really necessary to put me on bed rest for these past 2 months?? Make me lose my mind? Force me to stuff my face out of boredom and to fulfill meaningless cravings? Get me hooked on mindless daytime reality television shows? And on top of all that, I've begun to talk to myself as a result of my loneliness! How sad is that? In my defense, and in an effort to make me sound slightly less insane, I have 3 cats whom I direct my conversations at. Even still, would my typical daily routine really have put me in danger of delivering early? I suppose the world will never know. I only wonder as a result of my awe in the fact that 10 whole weeks just passed me by as I watched from the confines of my couch. I could've been walking, keeping myself somewhat in shape as far as exercise during pregnancy is concerned, and making for an easy labor and delivery (or so I hear). I could've taken the childbirth classes I wanted so badly to take. I could've stayed in work, filling my weeks with something to take my mind off being pregnant, making the weeks pass quicker. And the luxury of human interaction would've been nice. But like I said, the world will never know. I would hate to think if I hadn't changed my routine, the worse case scenario. Have you ever googled premature birth?? Don't. Scary shit. All the possible outcomes, and they all sound just as terrible as the next. So I guess I should be thankful, and count my blessings. I'm only negative because I'm becoming very grumpy, irritable, impatient and uncomfortable as the weeks go on. I do appreciate everything everyone has done for me, and I really have to say thank you to my wonderful doctors and all the staff, at Dr. Irani's office in Schenectady. And the lovely women I've met at Bellevue who have yet to see the last of me haha. If it wasn't for all of them, I might have had to find out just what terrible things await a mother on the other side of that preemie door...
But here we are...36 weeks and 2 days. I'm officially full term. If baby boy Grayson comes now, we can rest assured knowing he'll be just fine and that we did everything we could to ensure a healthy, wonderful life for him. That being said, GET HIM OUT OF ME!!!! I love you baby boy, Mommy's ready to meet you. You've been cooking in there for 36 weeks now. Divide that by 4, that's officially 9 calendar months. That's a long time for me to be patient. And that's a hard task, knowing that the best, most amazing gift is so close within your reach. But you can't have it just yet. It's like being 7 and waiting all year long for Christmas. Once you get to December, forget it, it's all over. You're pissing off Mom and Dad with all your Christmas talk, you've bothered the Mall Santa every week to make sure he gets your requests just right, you're not sleeping at night because, hello? It's almost Christmas! You're too excited! And you keep thinking you heard reindeer hooves on the roof and jingle bells, could Santa maybe have come early because you've been oh so good this year and done everything right?? Once your excitement has reached the max, the house is all decorated, everything is in it's place, cookies are baked and milk is on hand, all you can do is wait. And when all you can do is wait, you start to snoop. Bring Christmas a little early. Does this sound familiar? Let me put it this way...Pissing off the people you love with all your "baby this, and baby that, and oh I can't wait for baby" talk...Bothering the doctor every week to make sure everything goes just right and he knows just exactly what you want...You're not sleeping at night because (other than the fact that you're so freaking uncomfortable with a giant watermelon in your belly) hello? It's almost Baby Time! You're too excited! And you keep thinking what was that? Was that a trickle? Did my water just break? I just felt a cramp, was that a contraction?? Could Baby maybe be coming early because I've been oh so good this pregnancy and done everything right??...Once your excitement has reached the max, the baby room is all decorated, the house is all baby ready, diapers and formula are all stocked up...When all you can do is wait, you start to get antsy and test some theories...Try to bring Baby a little early =] I've been googling like crazy, so infatuated with these crazy, dare I even say bizarre, theories on inducing labor. I'm so very intrigued! So curious as to what works, if any. Some say nothing you do will bring baby early. If he's not ready, he won't budge. But in my mind, if that was the case, my doctor wouldn't have been so quick to forbid me from any activity and banish me to the couch. I think it's true to a point, that baby won't come till he's ready. But I think once you've passed a certain point, there are in fact things you can do to speed up the process. For example, once you DO begin labor, there are tons of things the doctor recommends you do in the hospital to speed things up. You should walk, you should soak in a tub, then of course there are drugs...so it is possible. I think it's possible I've passed the point. I passed my plug already, I've begun to dilate, I've been having practice contractions sporadically...my body is preparing. Why not see if certain things speed it up? Unfortunately, the most hyped theory is walking. I still don't know that I should test this just yet. I'm technically still supposed to be on bed rest. I tried expanding my boundaries a tiny bit (without my doctor's knowledge at first) and did some walking here and there and I got terrible pains in my lower belly and in my hips. Almost crampy, but not quite. And my feet blew up like miniature Goodyear blimps. So I brought it up to my doctor Tuesday when I saw him and he did not approve. He said he never lifted my sentence. Bed rest is still his prescription. Too much activity could cause complications during labor and delivery. So while it's okay that he comes, at this point, we want to make sure he comes out safely, without harming either of us. That being said, I've decided to test theories safer to my condition. I've been testing the myth about eating pineapple right now. Did you ever hear such a thing?? Eating pineapple. Well, we shall see. Also, having been good for 2 whole months, I've decided sex can be added into my daily schedule as well =] It's a little more difficult than I remember it being 2 months ago when I was a little less huge, but it's supposed to do the trick too, so again, we will see! And shut up about it, I've been good, I deserve it! Once he's out I'll have to go an added 6 weeks with no sex so I'm going to enjoy this, leave me alone jerks! =] So far, these are the only 2 myths I've decided to take on. As time goes on and my due date gets closer, I'll try some more. Like pedicures, swimming, and maybe if my due date is super close and still no baby? Walking or galloping. I'll keep you posted!!! Stand by for updates! =]
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