Tuesday, November 05, 2013

37 weeks

You know, I almost had a kid yesterday. The c-section was originally scheduled for Monday, but of course as I mentioned, the placenta moved a wee bit and bought us a couple weeks.

I'm pretty happy that the kid is still cooking, because I'm only on week 37. Technically this is considered full term, but there can be issues with babies' lungs when you take them out that early. (If we'd gone ahead with the c-section yesterday, they would have given me steroid shots a couple days beforehand to help mature the lungs.)

On the other hand, I am way over being pregnant. I may have mentioned I have carpal tunnel now. It's a temporary and common thing that happens in some women's pregnancies, which I'd never heard of. A couple of the women in my childbirth class had it and it had really impacted their abilities to continue working at their jobs. I totally see how it could, now. 

One of those women, a dental hygienist, emailed me today to say hi and see how I'm doing and I was like: She wants to be buddies! So I waited 20 minutes before replying back to her and then realized I reek of desperation and she is not going to want to be my buddy anymore. But I take it back because she literally just responded back to me. She's going nuts in the house, not being able to work, and she wants to know how I spend my time. Girl. I don't even know. I managed to clean a bathroom yesterday and that put me down for a two-hour nap. 

So, have I mentioned my kid is probably going to be enormous? We already knew the head is measuring two weeks ahead of the baby's gestational age, and then my mom went ahead and reminded me that I was 8 lbs 7 oz, and my sister was 9 lbs 11 oz (although both of us were apparently very late deliveries). Then I went and looked at the last ultrasound photo again and, I don't know for sure, but this kid's head looks enormous. I'm now officially worried we are going to skip newborn sizes and just head straight into 3 or 6 month territory. Don't do it, child! I have too many cute newborn outfits to put you in first! 

Meanwhile, in "preparing for the arrival" news, we moved the crib into our bedroom when it was determined (not by me) that the cradle I'd chosen for our child to sleep in for the first weeks of his life would probably kill him. In fairness to my husband, he is right in that most resources say newborns should sleep flat on their backs on a firm surface. But in fairness to me, all the women of the internet (whom I trust implicitly) swear by this cradle and tons of them used it in the first weeks of their babies' lives. Many of them said it helped with reflux, which newborns are notorious for, and somehow none of their kids died. However, I have reached the "do what you will" phase of this pregnancy, which means that I basically do not care what happens with any of the baby crap in our house. I just need the baby out of me. 

Speaking of baby crap, we also had our car seat install evaluated today. Sad to say we are among the 85-90% of people who do not properly install car seats, so basically we are enormous losers, or so my husband thinks. It's quite a blow to someone like him -- he's an engineer and a real rule-follower. Actually, we were watching The Walking Dead the other day and you know how everyone's out looking for antibiotics right now, so they're driving around and blowing through stop signs and stuff since like 99% of the population is dead or hungry for brains. And I thought to myself -- I bet my husband would still stop at the stop sign if we were living in the zombie apocalypse. But I didn't say that to him because I think it would piss him off. But now he's going to read this and get pissed anyway. I love you, honey. Your rule-following ways are endearing.

So anyway my point is I really don't know how we incorrectly installed the car seat, because we followed the directions in both the car and seat manuals, to the letter. Suffice to say I think the manufacturers of cars and car seats are all jerks. I have no idea how certain standards continue not to exist for cars when it comes to this.

The moral of this story is ... there are two weeks to go until I stop writing about pregnancy and start regaling you with oft-heard tales of the trials of early motherhood. Unless I go into labor first! I wish.

 




7 comments:

  1. They know you feel guilt-ridden anyway and they're just screwing with you. As if you won't reach new heights in guilt when the baby comes.

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    1. Oh, I'm sure I will reach all new highs of mommy guilt!

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  2. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Can we start laying bets on how many nights you'll listen to your newborn scream before you put him in the magical swing sling thing?

    I'm evil. I know.

    Seriously. I'm taking three nights max. I'm willing to put a ten spot on it. Anyone else want in on this action.

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    1. How many nights?! How about how many hours? Minutes?

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  3. I've been unemployed for four months now and am toooootally still not bored, so send this lady my way if she's looking for tips. Pausing your "Survivor" marathon so you can shower at 4 p.m. and trying to look hot for your roommate are my #1 suggestions.

    Totally endeared by your husband. I'm not sure I'd be able to put a machete through the head of the sexy prisoner even if he'd tried to kill me first.

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    1. You know, I am totally not bored either. Even when I'm not writing, I'm extremely content to waste hour upon hour on the internet, or just tooling around doing random crap. I am really easily entertained.
      So later after he read this, my husband says: "You're a dick," and then he says "I wouldn't stop. I might slow down just to make sure no one's coming from the other direction ..." POINT PROVEN.

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  4. The only reason why I would slow is for self (and family) preservation purposes. Even in an apocalypse it's smart not to be careless. One could (and should) argue that being careful would be even more important.

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