Hi, bump time again!
But first a story side note. Recently, I went to the Mall of America by myself. It was surreal to go somewhere at NIGHT when it’s DARK out and WITHOUT my husband or kid. It felt bizarre walking around the mall with teenage girls and couples everywhere, a real contrast from the daytime crowd of older people, moms, and children.
As I walked to my destination, I started having contractions. Sure they were Braxton Hicks type of contractions and nothing to really worry about, but I was getting pretty uncomfortable. So much for a relaxing night of shopping alone! I just wanted to get home to my couch and my hubby. I made my purchases and left, not taking any time to enjoy the solitude.
When I got home, I put on my pregnancy yoga pants and settled in for the night, totally content. Life is different now, and I don’t want to imply it’s just because i have a kid and another one on the way. As I get older I’m less inclined to do anything after 7 PM, unless it’s game night (with snacks) at my house, because then IT IS ON.
In my 20’s I usually had evening plans 5 out of 7 nights a week. I wasn’t a fan of vegging out on the sofa and watching TV, I wanted to hang out with my friends or boyfriend, go out to dinner, try new things, see a show, explore Chicago, etc.
Now going out requires money and a babysitter, both luxury items at the moment. And The Scottish and I are really happy with our life so all the changes feel natural and sit well with us.
All this to say, I’ve been having warm-up contractions for a while now. It’s getting so close now which makes me feel both excited and nervous. I’m also in full nesting mode and really crave staying close to home. It might be completely different from where I was even 5 years ago, but it’s exactly where I want to be.
This week also coincided with The Wee One turning 18 months!
It’s going to start getting real in here. I’ll be sharing some personal details because this is a personal blog and I use it to look back on frequently. I want to remember these last few weeks in more than a vague way. Plus, I’m not embarrassed about the birth and labor process. I’m in total awe of it actually.
I had an appointment this week and a growth ultrasound to check on baby boy. It was great to see him again and he’s measuring around 6 lbs 10 ounces, give or take a full pound in either direction. The Scottish and I don’t put much stock in these late trimester ultrasounds but it sounds like he’s doing fine at the 70th percentile like his big bro. In general, I’m not worried about having a big baby. Women have big babies all the time. But if the OB wants to give me another look at my little guy, I’m totally game. He looked so squished in there but I still feel him moving all the time! Or trying to escape as I like to say.
I also had a cervical check because my practice begins checking at 36 weeks. Good news, baby is head down and I’m already 1 cm dilated and 50% effaced. Sure, it means NOTHING, literally nothing about when I’ll go into labor, but last time I didn’t progress at all until I went into labor.so this time I’m happy my body is prepping in some way.
OK, so we’ve started asking The Wee One to smile for photos and this is the face he gives us. Whaaa?? 🙂
He’s still adorable but his scrunchy smile is a little ridiculous, haha.
The contractions have really picked up in the last few days and they aren’t always painless anymore. Yikes. I had zero early contractions last time so this is totally new to me and… exhausting. I know this is a common theme for most pregnant women at the end, but it just reminds me how close we are to meeting our son!
Welp, that’s me, all caught up to the present! Weekly updates from now on I think…