Yesterday, we hit 38 weeks. How did that happen? How has it been 4 weeks since i’ve posted? How is this baby really full term and could come any day now? Pretty insane!
As of last Sunday, my day-t0-day workload has become pretty much nonexistent. I spent the last week washing and putting away baby clothes, putting the finishing touches on the nursery, packing the hospital bag and the diaper bag– and essentially attempting to get everything in order for baby to arrive. I started acupuncture last week to help condition my body for labor (and hopefully help little miss come out either a bit early or on time.
Now, I am just sitting here… waiting. I am so big and uncomfortable that I don’t want to do much. It’s a million degrees outside so I don’t want to go out into it. I went to the pool yesterday and it was really nice, and I am considering going back today because I’m just…well, bored. I feel pretty nested out– I’ve organized and sorted. The only thing I’ve not done is cook, and I have that planned for Saturday. There’s stuff I could do for work but my focus is like– negative. The only thing I want to think about is giving birth and having my baby.
It’s pretty annoying. For the longest time, labor seems so far off and distant. It’s like one of those “well, one day it’ll get here,” kind of things that feels really more surreal than real. Then you get to full term and you start feeling this intense anxiety and desire for the entire process to hurry up. And it’s a lot of hurry up and wait, because you have no idea when you are going to actually have the baby. There’s no magic prediction, no psychic guideline to tell you.
To add to the general anxiety, I get contractions constantly— contractions and cramping that make me think something is about to go down, but really it’s just my body gearing up for labor, an endlessly tedious (and emotionally and physically exhausting process). Add that to the incessant emails/calls/texts asking “how are you? Still pregnant” that you get daily and it makes you get to feeling pretty depressed.
And that, my friends, is 38 weeks in a nutshell. It’s boring and anxiety ridden. Think of all you have to look forward to 🙂