Holy McMoly! Thirty six weeks! Insanity!!
And a week since I’ve last posted! I don’t mean to worry anyone. I know how it is when your bloggy friends are in the end stages of pregnancy and they don’t post for a few days and you think, “OH! I wonder if they’ve gone into labor!!” But sorry to disappoint, the boys are still in and cooking. I have been having long telepathic discussions with them regarding their desire to make an appearance (Really. No, really, you can come out whenever you’d like.), but so far, I just get teasing giggles back in response. Nope, they say. We’ll come out when we darn well please, and no, we won’t give you any idea of when…
I got all excited this weekend because I had a series of contractions (back labor. Awesome as it sounds.) that were lasting around 45-60 seconds, and coming every 5-6 minutes, but after about 45 minutes or so, they went away completely, and haven’t really shown up again since then. I have been excessively tired lately, but that may have something to do with the fact that I don’t sleep for more than an hour or so at a time. It’s the same old refrain: I ache. I’m tired. My hands hurt. My feet are so swollen they’re numb. I cannot ever get comfortable.
Now, though, I get to add this new complaint: Not only do I have tiny, itchy bumps on my belly (thanks, PUPPPS!), but I also have a generalized all over itchiness with an as-yet-unknown cause. Benad.ryl doesn’t seem to stop it (though it does help a bit with the tiny PUPPPS bumps), and it’s really quite maddening. And aside from the itching, my sinuses have begun to really swell. H and I may have to start sleeping in different beds, because otherwise, I may kill him. Last night, he decided that there was no other option but to WAKE ME UP to tell me that I was snoring. He, of course, knew full well how incredibly hard it is for me to fall asleep and stay asleep. And he knew that there was literally nothing I could do about the snoring. He knew that I had swollen sinuses that were (again) not aided by Benadr.yl, and that I have 300 lbs of baby belly (well, something like that…) pressing on my lungs, that I cannot breathe easily right now, that there is no position in which I am comfortable, etc. But still. Apparently, the snoring got so bad that he had no other option but to wake me and tell me that I was snoring. Even though there was nothing I could do to remedy that, other than to NOT be asleep. Yeah, thanks, darling…
I mean, I know it’s hard on him. And I know that in the middle of the night, one’s sense of logic as applied to alleviating the raucous-log-sawing going on a few inches from one’s face isn’t as keen as it might be in daylight hours. But seriously. If there’s nothing I can do about it, short of giving up sleep altogether, I think the onus is on him to make himself comfortable. Sigh. I’m really not upset about it, I promise. I just remember the first thought that crossed my mind at 4 a.m. when he decided to wake me was ‘this mother-f^cker has done LOST HIS DAMN MIND… I’m gonna BOX HIS FOOL EARS’ (yes, I revert to full Texanism when less-than-conscious…). Anyway, I’m thinking earplugs. Or sleeping in another room. Not sure what else to do.
I think you’ve waited long enough. Here is the weekly photo update:
In other news, I love my dentist. I called yesterday because I had a chip or a filling or something that came out over the weekend, and he managed to work me in this morning after I pleaded that I was 36 weeks pregnant and could possibly give birth ANY DAY NOW (yeah, I go for the hyperbole on occasion…). So, I got my tooth refilled this morning. He’s a badass, took only 20 minutes or so, and also managed to buff/adjust my crown a little (and not charge me for it) so that I wouldn’t have to come back for another appointment. Score!
Lastly, just because I like to save the drama for last, I’ve been typing this up all while waiting to head to my OB’s office, because I’ve been feeling crummy today: Dizzy, extra swollen, crazy dizzy, mildly crampy, dizzy, tired, itchy, etc. And so I hopped over to the local pharmacy to check my blood pressure, and it was 168/108. Granted, the last time I checked my BP on this same machine, it was 20 points higher than it was at my doctor’s office once I got there, so it may be that this machine is just jacked, but all the same, better safe than sorry, right?
I promise I will update later regardless. I’m sure it’s nothing, blah, blah, platitude, etc.
But yeah. Headed out to the doctor now!