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Well it’s official: I could have the baby any day now and he wouldn’t be considered premature anymore. Of course, the normal range is from now to 42 weeks, so “any day” is a bit of a stretch.

Oh god, don’t mention stretching. There’s already too much of that going on around here.

37 Weeks PregnantDespite the fact that I’m really sick of being pregnant, I’m actually hoping the baby doesn’t come for a little while. That’s because a dear friend of mine is hoping to be here for the birth. She lives in Denver, so she’ll be in the Midwest for about 9 days right around my due date and we’re both crossing our fingers that he comes in that window.

I desperately wanted any information I could get about whether he would wait that long, so I asked my midwives to check me at my appointment on Wednesday. They thought I was a bit, well, insane for actually wanting to be checked when it’s not medically necessary. (That’s because it’s not the most pleasant thing you’ve ever had done. You know, someone shoving their fingers inside you, digging around to the very back of you searching for the cervix, then sticking their fingers in your cervix, a particularly sensitive area. Yeah, it’s not a great feeling.) Besides which, they insisted, checking doesn’t really tell you anything. You could walk around 4 cm dilated for weeks, or go from nothing to labor in a day. I assured them I understood, but just had to know.

The verdict: I’m 1.5 cm dilated and 70% effaced. Again, that doesn’t really mean anything. Considering that I went nine days late with Addie and that my cervix is still apparently very posterior (making the checking that much more pleasant), they think I’ll go to my due date. Just hopefully not much past it!

Big sister

The other exciting thing that just happened is that I got professional maternity photos done. I’ve wanted nude maternity photos ever since I saw that episode of Sex and the City when Carrie gets her shoes stolen at the party at her friend’s house who used to be a big partier but is now a mom and doesn’t care that Carrie’s shoes were stolen. You know the one I’m talking about. And the friend has this beautiful portrait of herself pregnant and Carrie is a little bit appalled by the whole scene. Well, I thought that portrait was awesome and I decided then and there to get that done when I was pregnant. (And actually, I think I’d wanted it even earlier, but this is my first clear memory of wanting it.)

Except I never did with Addie. Maybe it just seemed too…. selfish. And nobody else I know has ever done it, so it seemed like something that people don’t really do. But this time around, I was more sure of myself. And also aware that this might be my last chance. (The likelihood of another kid is low.) So I bit the bullet and did it. And I’m so glad I did!

The photos were taken on Wednesday and the photographer (who was great!) just sent me the rough proofs. They’re awesome! My husband will probably kill me, but I had to share at least one. I freaking love it too much not to!

Nude Maternity Photos

So now I’ve done just about everything I wanted to do. My to-do list is all checked off and I’m ready for this baby to arrive. Kind of.

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