At my last doctor's appointment, the doctor told me that Adelyn was measuring a little bit small. I guess that shouldn't have come as too much of a shocker, seeing as I'm 8 weeks away from my due date, but I look more like I'm maybe 5 months away (my belly is big for me, but not big for a pregnant lady). The doctor told me not to worry about her measuring small because she's not too small, and for a first baby, it's a lot nicer to deliver a 6-7 pound baby instead of a 9-10. We just need to keep an eye on her growth to make sure she does still grow in the last 2 months. Okay, when he first told me not to worry, I didn't worry. Now though, I'm a little worried. My belly really is little for being 8 months along! Good thing it's that time of the pregnancy where my appointments are bumped up because now I only need to wait 2 weeks until I see the doctor again.
At the appointment the time before last, the nurse gave me a little flyer about what was happening with the baby that month. Attached to that paper was a paper on "nesting." It explained how mom's usually want to clean and rearrange the whole house right before baby came. I laughed when I read it because things started to make a little more sense. I'll write another post about the move, but just for the sake of this post, know that we moved out of the apartment and into a house! Once our relator told us the house was ours and we would be in it in a month, I packed up everything we could get by without. I packed up all the non-essentials in 3, maybe 4, days. (So for 3 weeks we were living with boxes stacked all around our little apartment.) Then, once I got everything packed, I wanted to deep clean everything. It drove me crazy that I couldn't deep clean everything though, because we still would be living there for 3 weeks, and I knew it would just get dirty again. Anyway, when it was happening (my intense urge to pack and clean EVERYTHING), I thought that I was just REALLY excited for the move. Nope, turns out I was in super nesting mode. And Clayton wonders why I'm bugging him to quickly get the crib fixed so we can set it up in the babies room and why every Saturday I spend the whole day unpacking boxes.
What else about the baby? Um... when I was on Christmas break, she was pretty active, and I was feeling her all the time. When I went back to work, however, my movement must have put her to sleep during the day because I felt her less. No worries though, when she's active, she is very active! Her newest thing is to "starfish." That's what I call it when I swear she is pushing out her arms, legs, head, and butt all at the same time in different areas of my tummy. It's kind of cute, kind of painful, but she must like doing it. At the ultrasound visit, the lady showed me that Adelyn's head was up by my ribs and that her feet were pointed down. I've made the arrangement with Adelyn that she is allowed to kick and starfish me and move how ever she wants and as much as she wants right now, as long as she turns around and gets her head down by time she is coming out. That's why I don't mind the starfish-ing. I'm still waiting for the time when she will stick her little foot or hand out and I'll be able to see an actual foot in my tummy. That hasn't happened yet, but I've still got 2 months.
I know I've had a pretty easy pregnancy, but I'm finally hitting the point where it's not all that fun. I still am not swelling up too bad, but my feet are starting to get a little plumper. Acid reflux has kicked in (although, after my doctor told me there are some medicines I am allowed to take, that hasn't been too bad any more). Sleep sucks. Someone did not plan this pregnancy thing very well. Women are supposed to get more sleep when they are pregnant because their bodies are working extra hard and draining their nutrients and energy, etc. Yet, we have to wake up in the middle of the night to pee (luckily I only get up once in the middle of the night, but that's now, it was more before), and then there's the whole "I'm not comfortable, my back hurts, I can't lay on my back which is my normal position" stuff that makes sleep elude us as well. Seriously? Like I'm not going to lose enough sleep once baby is actually out? I've got to start now? (Because this is typed and not spoken, I have to let you know that this is not an angry rant. Although it's true, I'm not truly bitter about it. But seriously.) Oh, and when I went out with Clayton for Valentine's Day, I had to wear dress pants instead of a cute skirt or dress. That was pretty lame :o( Luckily I do still have 3 skirts that fit me so I can rotate through those ones for the last couple Sunday's that I'm pregnant and at church. Those skirts just weren't fancy enough for the dinner we were going to. Only occasionally do I waddle, but I just read that it's going to get worse. I don't want to waddle. I'm sure there are other things that have finally caught up to me in my pregnancy, but I can't think of any more right now.
There's the update. Baby is wiggling around pretty good, she's a little small but the doctor is taking that as a good sign. I'm pretty small, and I'm grateful because I can't imagine being a giant pregnant lady. And it's all coming way faster than I'll be ready for. But ready or not, she's coming!
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