38 weeks, 4 days pregnant
T-10 Days until due date
I can't believe that this is the last day before the count-down morphs into single-digits. I'm so ready and so not ready all at the same time. I think in a previous post I had mentioned that I was 38 weeks and six days pregnant on the day that Carter was born. I realized today that was a lie: I was 38 weeks and five days. That means that at this exact point in my pregnancy with Carter, I went to bed and woke up at 4:00 a.m. the next morning in labour. He was born that day at 5:15. I do not foresee that happening in the wee hours of the morning this time, but I didn't foresee it coming with Carter either.
There isn't much of an update to give for the labourwatch/bumpdate: at this moment, I'm having a lot of pressure and uncomfortable back pain, but it's related to baby's movements, which are, at this exact moment, extremely strong and uncomfortable.
I continue to lose an excessive amount of sleep for a woman who does not yet have a newborn. Carter was coughing in the middle of the night again so hard he gagged, so up we were, sipping tea. He went right back to bed after telling us he was "sleepy" and was fine, but I couldn't fall back to sleep after that and probably got a total of four hours of sleep, if I was lucky. I didn't nap today either. I didn't have time, and I had promised myself that tonight would be an 8:00 p.m. bedtime for a change, but we didn't even get Carter in the bath until that time and it would seem that I am unable go to bed without making sure the kitchen, dining room and living room is clean, just in case that is the night I wake up in labour. I want to keep the house as spotless as I can and this is coming at the expense of sleep. I know that at some point, I really need to let that go and just rest more, but this nesting urge is really something else.
In spite of being very, very tired, I enjoyed the day, for the most part.
1. I balanced cleaning the house and enjoying play time with Carter really well today, and that felt good. I love watching him play and playing with him. I can't define what it is, but it's the neatest experience to watch your kids play make believe. I guess sometimes it's that he still feels like my baby, and here he is vroom, vrooming his cars around the parking lot play mat in his play room, parking them in the proper parking stalls and everything. I grin at him like a fool wondering at what point he turned into such a kid. I feel like I turned my head for one second and now he's this little boy.
2. Carter had gymnastics this evening (this is partly why I didn't get my 8:00 p.m. bedtime) and he did really well. It's so fun to see him walk with his classmates from course to course and to see him go through the obstacle courses by himself. Again -- how did he get so big??
3. Tomorrow I REALLY AM taking a day to myself and I'm looking forward to it. The last time I said that (about taking Tuesday), I only ended up dropping Carter off at my mom's from 1-5:30. Tomorrow I have a massage in the morning, am going to go drop a butt-load of cash on GOOD maternity bras (people - I breastfed Carter for almost TWO YEARS and that whole time only used ONE maternity bra. How completely ridiculous and cheap of me was that?!?), run a couple errands, go for lunch with one of my very favourite people in the world, come home, watch a terrible reality tv show (think Survivor), NAP, get up and go to my prenantal appointment. That, folks, will be an alright day. Yes it will.
Okay, it's 11:01, so I need to get myself to sleep. Please send good sleep thoughts and no-coughing toddler thoughts my way this evening. If I could have that day tomorrow on 8 hours of sleep, that would feel pretty darned amazing, methinks!
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