Bitch and complain, complain, complain. Honestly, that is all you might get out of me as we round third base and head for home plate here in this pregnancy. It's 110 degrees here. Even in a home with the air set at 77, a ceiling fan and an upright fan blowing in my face I still sweat all night. Let us not even mention the hip pain, the crotch pain (can someone explain this to me) and the getting up to pee 130294849 times a night.
As promised though, I will try to give updates of doctors appointments/how I'm feeling/and progress as time goes by. Today I'm coming to you at 34 weeks and 4 days of gestation.
My last two appointments were June 8, and June 24. At our June 8 appointment we had one of those fancy 3D ultrasounds and that's where we learned that our darling little girl is breech and weighing in (at that point) at 4 pounds and 14 ounces. Ummm what?! I was only 31 weeks at that time and Mike and I were very surprised at her weight gain, but not so surprised to hear that she is breech. I could always feel her little head bopping me in the upper part of my belly, instead of her little feet.
We went back for our next appointment, and a follow up 3D/Growth ultrasound last Thursday. She is still breech (surprise, surprise) but we also found out that she is nearly 6 POUNDS now. 6 pounds at 33 weeks is pretty impressive. Although I'm scared to have a 11 pound baby, the fact that she is healthy and big and growing makes me feel like a proud momma.
My doctor basically said that I just happen to cook babies very quickly, but that doesn't necessarily mean that she is done cooking. Lung development is especially important at this point and if she did decide to come a bit early her chances of having to be in the NICU or have some other sort of special treatment are fairly high. I was told to cut back on white starches and focus more on whole grain stuff. That has been a bit tough for me, all I seem to want to eat is slices of white bread and cupcakes but I need to lay off of that.
With her being breech and so large my chances of having a C-Section are pretty high as well. I'm OK with this. I realize it is major surgery and I get the recovery sucks and all of that other stuff but I need to do what is best for my baby and myself. An external version (where they try to turn the baby around manually) is out of the picture for me. Basically her size is a factor here and the fact that if they have a successful external version, they will bandage your belly up tight to make sure she doesn't flip back to breech. Um no. Not happening. Again, its 110 degrees here in Phoenix right now. Wearing a tight bandage underneath my tight clothing is not happening.
At this point I'm just happy that I feel her wiggle inside of me, even though it feels as if my breast bone is going to pop out of place at any minute (this happened to my mom, I shit you not). Her feet are lodged in my pelvic bones on the right side of my body. Its an odd but amazing feeling but I'm ready for her and I'm ready to be her mom, and not just her human incubator.
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