So, onto the important stuff. How am I feeling?
...and at the same time weepy and nostalgic.
I am creeping into the territory of needing this pregnancy to be over; while at the same time I am desperately not wanting it to end.
The limitations that late pregnancy impose on your body is hard for a mom of two little one, ages three and under. My energy is low, my mobility limited, and my patience non existent. I had been pretty active up until a few weeks ago, but the pain of running took it's toll on my back and I decided running was out of the question until our newest little one makes their appearance. With this new lull that I am in, I find it hard to be as physically engaged with the kids as I would like to. Not to mention this baby has decided taking up root in my lungs is the most comfortable place to be.
|Color Run, May 11, 2014 (Mother's Day). My last race during pregnancy|
I have gained a total of 25lbs thus far putting me right on track for weight gain...had I been in the "normal" bmi category before becoming pregnant. But technically at 5'6" and 155lbs I was considered "overweight" before I began this pregnancy, so my 25lb weight gain has me shooting above the grey area on the "Prenatal Weight Gain Chart." I stick my tongue out to that stupid chart. Not only did I look and feel great before I became pregnant, I was the healthiest I had ever been. My diet was at its best; my resting heart rate hovered in the 50's; and not only did I work out on a regular basis, I had run three marathons in an 18 month period before hand. During this pregnancy I have maintained a healthy diet, continued to run and at 34 weeks pregnant my heart rate is still considerably low at on only about 70bpm. When you compare my current weight gain at this point to my previous two (50+lbs gained for each kid) I would have to say I am doing just fine!
|Me only 3 months prior to finding out I was pregnant.|
Those stupid BMI charts can kick rocks!
At my 33 week appointment last week baby was doing great! Tons of movement and a strong heart rate of 160bpm. I finalized everything for my placenta encapsulation and look forward to talking more about that after baby is born and I see how they work for me. Next week is my final biweekly appointment and from then on I am seen weekly. I have decided with this pregnancy I will not be checking for dilation or effacing. I did that each week from 35 weeks on with both of my previous pregnancies and it seemed to have done absolutely nothing but give me false hope. So this time around I have decided to just let labor happen when it happens. I won't check to see if I am dilating, I won't have my membranes stripped, I won't try every remedy in the book to "induce" labor, I am just going to let it happen.
I also find myself nostalgic and afraid of the coming changes. My baby boy won't be the baby anymore, the chaos of life will become a
These fears are always short lived. A quick thought, a few tears then they fade to the sound of fighting, the hum of a dishwasher, the cough from a sick little one, the bark of our dog; and then I add the soft cry of newborn in my head and suddenly it all seems right. While I mourn this last pregnancy, I am also very excited to close this chapter of my life. I have had my fun growing the most perfect babies and now I am ready to grow with them. I will savor every last sound, smell and drop of these little peoples young lives, and I look forward to the days of when they are older and we have more flexibility and mobility. Our home is perfect. Just enough bedrooms for three and more space than we could have ever asked for rearing to our children. I am excited to watch it fill with the memories of my little ones, and I am happy to be getting my body back. While it sadden's me to know that this chapter in my life is coming to an end, it is time. And it feels great to say that at 26, I am done. A home, a husband, 3 kids, a dog, a cat, a minivan and we are all healthy and happy. What more could I ask for!
So I take the acid reflux, heartburn, back pain, pelvic pressure, incontinence, and bladder blows in stride. For I know this won't last forever.
:: Confession ::
::: I secretly want my water to break (when I have hit full term) as the indication that baby is ready to come. I have never had this experience as I have been induced with both of my previous pregnancies. Such a weird thing to want, huh?
::: I am about 99.1% sure that this baby is a girl. In fact, I am confident enough to buy the letters for the nursery and hang them up already. (I might be eating these words soon.)
::: My nesting instincts have gotten out of control. I am climbing (unsteadily might I add) onto bar stools so I can dust light fixtures and the top of doorways. There is nothing more that I want right now than to have my house completely set up the way I want it before baby get's here. It has become my obsession.
Back again next week for my 35 week update!
Until then enjoy some footage of my wiggle worm!