pregnancy: week 39
We started this week on a better note than the last — Jason now has (some) Friday afternoons off, and we decided to go on “one last” just-the-two-of-us date to the beach! (I say “one last” in quotations, because, in my mind, at this point, just about everything we do might be “one last” time that we’re just the two of us. It’s ridiculous, and dramatic, I know.)
We headed up to Holland, MI, and had lunch at a the New Holland Brewery. After lunch, we spent a minute trying to find a nearby cloth diapering store, and the sign directing us to the “natural parenting” store resulted in a few jokes… I mean, are any of you parents out there practicing “unnatural parenting?” Or “artificial parenting?” 🙂 I know that by “natural parenting” they’re referring to the cloth-diapering, baby-wearing, breast-feeding, co-sleeping, organic-food-eating, etc, etc crowd, but putting such a label on it seems silly.
JT and I hit up the beach, although we chose to sit in the shade, off to the side (this big mama was hot! and unwilling to sport a swimsuit; you’re welcome MI beachgoers). It was fun to just hang out and chitchat, people watch, and daydream. On the way out, we snagged some ice cream, and as the final piece de resistance, we stopped at Chipotle so that J could snag a burrito before heading home for the evening.
In fun new pregnancy symptoms, this week I’ve developed a little numbness/tingling in my hands and slightly swollen feet/ankles. I think the hand-tingling is mostly a result of sleeping funny on my shoulders, but since any position other than sleeping on my side is uncomfortable in my belly region, I’m not sure there’s a good alternative. I mean, I’ve already got 4 pillows strategically lined up below my head, belly, knees, and ankles. Rolling over in the middle of the night has pretty much become a feat of epic proportions, involving grunting, maybe a little moaning, and readjusting every pillow on the bed. (As a side note: Jezebel will occasionally wake up in the middle of the night, whine a teeny little whine, scratch at her little bed in what appears to be an attempt to get more comfortable, and then she’ll curl up and go right back to sleep. And I think now that I am doing the same.)
The feet swelling seems to happen only when the temps are high and I’m on my feet a lot, and for the most part, it goes away after putting my feet up. Still, it’s not awful, and if this (and a slew of new stretch marks) is what it takes for Rico to finish his in-the-belly developing, then so be it.
The doc reports that not-a-whole-lot is going on re: prepping for the baby. This news from the doctor was perhaps unsurprising given that I’ve not really felt much going on in the abdomen, and was received with mixed feelings from yours truly. I am both excited and terrified to meet this little person who has been sharing (destroying!) my body for the last 37 weeks (you know, 39 minus the two that they randomly tack on at the beginning). It’s like we’ve hopped on a roller coaster and are slowly ascending to the top… we’re prepared and excited for the ride, but there’s still a moment where I can’t help thinking, “what have we done!?”
Still, as the days pass, I’m getting more anxious to get this little guy out, if only to avoid labor-inducing drugs. COME ON, RICO! We want to meet you! It’s time, let’s do this thing!