Saturday, February 7, 2009

Nine months

Gestation: 40 weeks and 2 days
Days since EDD: 2
Weight gain: 14kg, although it did seem more like 13kg when I weighed myself earlier. I do hope I'm not going to spend the next 9 months being pregnant but backwards.
Number of chocolates eaten today: I think perhaps I might have managed another 3 or 4 of those chocolate chip cookies but I resisted the temptation to buy a Cadbury's Creme Egg.

So, I am now 9 months pregnant, 2 days overdue, full term, or simply "term" as they call it at Dr Stokes' surgery. It's very similar to being 8 1/2 months pregnant except most of my knickers don't fit, my hormones are making me intermittently grumpy, my belly has to be carried (by hand) from one side of the bed to the other when I roll over at night (and to the bathroom for those interminable loo visits), my clothes no longer sit snuggly under my bump without falling down, I'm very slow, I sink when I swim and I have non-stop phone calls, text messages, online chat, facebook chat etc. etc. asking how I'm doing, is there any news, are there any signs etc. etc.

Just so you know... if you are immediate family we will call as soon as we are sure labour is underway. If I have your mobile number you will receive a text message as soon as we have remotely recovered from the birth. This will probably be 1 - 6 hours following the birth, depending upon the time of day. If I have your email address or you're a Facebook contact you will either hear through the grapevine from one of the many we have SMSed, or you will get an email from Toby in the days following the birth, or you will hear from me as soon as I get home. You do not need to contact me to ask me if there is any news.... it probably means there isn't.

See, it's lovely to know that people care but the waiting game isn't much fun at the best of times without having to explain to people that yes, I am still waiting actually. Call me for a chat by all means but only if you have something to say, other than smart comments. And please remember if I am grumpy when you call I am dealing with hormones and heat here. I have started unplugging the phone during naps because I had so many rest periods interrupted by phone calls. And I sleep at strange times... just whenever I can really. When most people are getting up for the day, I'm sometimes heading back to bed post-breakfast.

After my last appointment with Dr Stokes I was very relaxed and excited, so sure was I that a baby was imminent. Then when my due date arrived with no signs of labour I got stressed. Now I'm kind of "whatever". I am bouncing on my fitball (yes, currently, although I'm not entirely sure what it's supposed to do), taking fast 5 minute walks (not currently) and that's a strange sensation with a 3-4kg baby bouncing around in your pelvis, massaging acupressure points with clary sage, and watching and reading anything that has nothing to do with babies.

I had a home day on Thursday, which was my due date. I'm trying to do this at least once a week so I don't wear myself out but I just couldn't do it and in the end I asked Toby to take me out for dinner. I had my second pinot noir of my pregnancy (my first one was for my birthday) and pretended not to be pregnant for a while. I think I might have a beer with dinner tonight, whilst watching Season 2 of Heroes (yes, we're a bit behind).

The night before my due date I had what I think was my first experience of Braxton Hicks. I was sitting on the floor leaning forward to my computer on the coffee table when I was suddenly aware that my belly was in the way. When I touched it, it was hard. I got Toby to touch it too just to be sure I wasn't imagining it (because at this point I was convinced I was going to start labouring that night). He said it felt hard too. A short while later we felt it again and it was back to normal. Well, as normal as it can be at the moment. I've no idea how often this is happening because I can't feel it unless I touch my belly. I felt another one just before. I can only hope this is an indication of a short or pain-free labour. Well, one can dream.

And so my pregnancy continues, my baby is cooking and I am waiting, desperately trying to keep the house reasonably tidy. I can't believe that soon I will no longer be pregnant. I can't remember what it's like to not be pregnant and I will miss it. Although I'm looking forward to swimming freestyle again, sleeping on my back, lounging on the beach on my back, reclining on the sofa, running (not really but I ran back into the house to get something today and realised that it was very uncomfortable), eating oysters and soft blue cheese and god knows what else! Not so much looking forward to having to cut back on the cakes and chocolate though, which I realise I will have to do, and not having an excuse not to clear out the litter tray. There are some advantages of pregnancy and the longer I'm pregnant the longer I get to reap the benefits. Hurrah!!!

That said, hopefully my next post will be my birth story. Check out the Baby Clewett album for one last photo shoot with Lucie, my best bump!

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