"My humps, my humps, my
lovely ginormous lady lumps, CHECK IT OUT!"
You know, you see those memes these days that say, "What I think I look like while xyz" followed up with "What I actually look like while xyz". Well, I'm there now. The only problem is, the two images in my head have slowly but surely morphed and now I KNOW what I actually look like. Luckily, I have a husband that's an excellent liar and tells me I'm beautiful every day right around the time I'm about to complain or wimper about needing help to raise myself to an upright position. :) He's awesome.
SO, I had my 37 week checkup yesterday. Our normal doc was out of town so we finally met another doc in the practice. I was glad about that b/c who knows WHO will deliver Easton with 9 other doctors in the practice? Last week, I had my cervix checked and was happy to hear I was already dilated 1 cm! I was surprised! I DO wish that someone had taken to time to tell me that having your cervix checked was much like a tonsillectomy via the va-jay-jay. Holy discomfort, Batman! I mean, sure, I've been through worse as an infertile, but still....I just wasn't quite prepared. Plus, my doctor has tiny, short fingers which means she was short on reach and had to really go jamming her knuckles and such all up in there. Bruise anyone? Not fun. I survived.
They measured the little rascal last week during my last ultrasound (sniff) and he was weighing in at a healthy 6 lbs 9 oz already. I'm sure that's not 100% accurate based on everyone's stories I've heard but it's nice to pick things up that weigh about 7 lbs and be impressed with myself for carrying that around in my belly. :) The tech was still impressed with his fat cheeks and his hair. Apparently, he's gonna join the Afro Circus that is my family and fit in very nicely. I'm one proud mama. He may hate me, but I'm definitely hoping for curls....lots of them. Somewhere between Justin Timber.lake (of old) and Matthew McConaughey (also of old).
Baby E is insanely active. It's one of those things that even the doctor and nurses comment on. He usually has a higher heart rate at my appts b/c he's flipping around, doing the cha-cha-cha or the worm and they have a hard time getting a good reading on it.
Yesterday, the new doctor checked his heart rate and for once he was still after a ten minute workout session. It was in the 150's and she said, "Is he an active fella?" Rik and I both had to laugh and just say yes. He's insane. Maybe every baby is super active and I'm just finally getting to have the experience myself, but either way, it's hilarious and amazing and I'm gonna miss it when it's not there anymore. I wonder how often I reach up to rub his little booty that he's constantly sticking out after he is born? I know I'll be so happy to have him in my arms, I won't be sad per se, but I will definitely miss having the little Scrip Scrap all safe and sound in my tummy cracking me up with his moves like Jagger. He's like my own personal comedian, my pick-me-up when I'm sad, my company when I'm lonely, etc. Once he is here, I'll have to share him. Luckily for my family and friends, I'm dying for them to meet our little guy so, I promise not to run away with him and hide in a cave a la Lord of the Rings (My Precious).
So, at the checkup, I managed to slightly embarrass my sweet hubby. Remember above where I mentioned my doctor has short tiny fingers? Well, the nurse mentioned the new doctor checking my cervix, I had a thought and before I could even think it through, it came out of my mouth. I asked, "Does Dr. Allen have long fingers?" Her face said all I needed to know. I looked over at Rik and he had his head down, hand over his eyes, shaking his head. "What? You have someone put their hand up there and check your cervix and we'll see how important finger length is!" The nurse just said, "I think her hands are slightly bigger than your doctors," and left the room. Then it was my turn to be embarrassed. Ugh.... Sometimes my brain is just not as quick as my mouth, but I still think it was a logical question. And the nurse was right. Slightly longer than my doctor. Still uncomfy, but not like last week. :) I'm dilated 1-2 cm now and Scrapper was at -2. She said she could feel his head through the bag of waters and when she touched him, he started squirming all over and it startled her. She laughed and said, "Oh, he's on the move now!" and he kept moving his head back and forth. It was amazing to think she was touching our sons head. Rik didn't hear another word she said for probably five minutes b/c he was so focused on that. :) It was cute. We were both a little jealous she got to feel his head.
So far, I've gained 20 lbs. I haven't gained any in three weeks but he has so I'm not worried. My gestational diabetes is still under tight control and I've done a great job if I do say so myself! I feel like my tummy is massive and couldn't possibly stretch any further but it does. The doctor thinks I'll have him a week or two early so that's a week or two away now. I can't believe we made it full term. When the doctor mentioned that yesterday, all I could do was grin because after all we've been through and all this time, we're closing in on the finish line/start line. Finishing one race just to start another race. It's unbelievable! I'm having a son. Pretty soon, I'll get to look at this little person that looks somewhat like me and somewhat like Rik and know that the desires of our heart were granted and we have been blessed beyond measure. I can't wait to hold our little boy.