- Weigh-in-Still no idea how much I have gained or weigh. So that’s a good one!
- Measuring- “he is still measuring very big!” “You really have a big boy in there with a big grapefruit head!” Really? How in the hell can she tell he has a big head? Ok, so mommy and daddy have big heads, but do two fat heads make a grapefruit?
- Position- He has dropped! He is still breech. My doctor prepared us for the possibilities of his legs being stuck in the breech position for a little while. Worst case he will need a brace if his hips have not developed or become dislocated. Ok... it’s all going to be ok. He will be fine, it doesn’t matter in the big scheme. I have to thank my friend Claire for reminding me that, “he is coming into this world Ass first!” something about that just makes me laugh. To know his mommy and daddy, coming into this world defiant and ass first is more than appropriate! LOVE IT!
- My pelvis and hips- They are “not operating properly.” My pelvis is not opening at all. He is breech because he has nowhere to go. I am not sending any signals to him to move. Basically my hips have not changed one bit since becoming pregnant. With the exception of not making a spacious place for my son to grow, I’m over it. The only really unknown fear we have left is how much Scar Tissue is in there. Too much can cause complications with both the anesthesia and delivery. Too much scar tissue could cause the local anesthesia not to take and possibly make it necessary to put me under for delivery. BOO! In regard to the actual delivery out of the sunroof, an excess of scar tissue can make maneuvering him out difficult.
- Dilation and effacement- Nothing! I should not be surprised with the whole pelvis and hips not moving. In the words of my sister, “so if we want him to come out we will have to blast him out?!” Yes, it appears that he will have to be physically removed if we want him out. Even though, I have read stories of women going to their appointment in the morning and not being dilated at all and delivering 10 hours later.
Both my doctor and my friend told me to just try and enjoy these last 7 days of pregnancy, especially if I really decide to not have/ or cannot have another child. SO MUCH EASIER SAID THAN DONE! I am just so damn uncomfortable, itchy and hungry! I get it, I am really going to try to stay focused on him and the way he feels in my body. No worries, I’ll let you know how that goes. ; )
Tomorrow I am going to post more pics of our crazy Star Wars Nursery. Here is a sneak peak for you and especially, Alissa and her Husband. Yes, there are two names, and something tells me that neither one is it. Yes, 38 weeks and no name... WE SUCK!