How I’m Feeling:
I have to be honest, guys: this was not my finest week. The insomnia raged all week long and I barely slept at all. Plus, I think after seven straight months of insomnia, it’s finally starting to catch up with me. I can barely keep my eyes open past 1 p.m. and I’ve been crying a lot because it’s getting very hard to do normal tasks on no sleep. Pretty much, I’m really fun to be around. Just ask Tim.
If one more person says “just wait ’til the baby gets here” or “this is preparing you for the baby,” I’m busting out the drop kicks. Although people are well-meaning, I hate when they say crap like that because it invalidates what I’m feeling right now. If someone told me they have a stomachache, I would never say, “just wait for three more months until you’ll have an even worse stomach ache! Then you’ll see, mwahahaha!”
That said, if this insomnia prepares me for the baby, bring it on! Somehow I doubt that it will, though. I’m sure I’ll be just as tired and crazed as the rest of the new moms out there.
Other symptoms: Braxton Hicks contractions, carpal tunnel, round ligament pain, back pain and a general feeling of swolleness. So yeah. Whine, wine, whine. When I went to acupuncture yesterday, I told her that I felt like an old lady, listing off all of my many complaints. She just smiled and said that since I wasn’t getting any sleep, my body was breaking down. Ah, lovely.
At some point during this week, I got the genius idea to eat away my anxiety and discomfort. Right. Because that always works. Needless to say, it just made me feel full and gross on top of that other stuff.
I had a little scare a couple of weeks ago. I went to see the midwife because I was feeling pressure and cramping in my abdomen. In the three minutes that the midwife was examining me, she said I’d had two contractions. I didn’t feel either of these contractions. I was like, “Wait, you mean I can have contractions and not even know it?!” Apparently, I can. She sent me to the hospital for monitoring just to be on the safe side. Five hours later it was determined that I was not in premature labor (phew!) and that baby and I were fine. On the upside, I got to listen to the little fish’s heartbeat for five hours. That was pretty cool.
In other news, I passed my glucose screening…just barely. The cutoff at my doctors office is 140 and I got a 138. The midwife just said to watch my sugar intake. I of course went online to doctor Google after the visit and saw that the cutoff at some doctors offices is 130, which made me nervous that my midwife wasn’t being cautious enough and I actually have gestational diabetes and my baby will be born a 20 pound mutant with laser eyes. Anyway, I digress.
How I look:
How Baby looks:
So I said I would never get a 3D ultrasound. I thought they were creepy and expensive and I just didn’t get why anyone would want alien-esque pictures of a baby squished in a uterus. Well, guess what? This can be number one on what I’m sure will be a long list of stuff I say I’ll never do as a parent and then proceed to do. Because yesterday Tim and I got a 3D ultrasound and it was awesome! Turns out when it’s your kid, it’s not that creepy. Still kind of alien, don’t get me wrong, but in a cute way. What changed my mind? I wanted to see my baby again…now. Pure, simple impatience.
I also said, emphatically, (number two on the list!) that I would never post pictures of the inside of my uterus in a public place. But since this blog is about babymaking and most people reading it are family or friends (or are at least interested in babymaking), I’m going to revise my stance and post pictures from the 3D ultrasound here.
So if seeing pictures of the inside of my ute makes you squeamish, halt!
Consider yourself warned.
Because here they come…