Monday, June 6, 2011

Next week Baby Love is considered full term, although we want him to continue growing for as long as is wise. Holy crap. We've got a lot to get done in a short amount of time!

36w1d with Baby Love vs 36w with Isaac.

And clothed.
ON top, Target sweater, ON jeans.

From my weekly email: Your baby is gaining about an ounce a day. He now weighs almost 6 pounds (like a crenshaw melon) and is more than 18 1/2 inches long. He's shedding most of the downy hair that covered his body, as well as the vernix caseosa, the waxy substance that protected his skin during his nine-month amniotic bath. Next week, your baby will be considered full-term. Most likely he's in a head-down position, but if he isn't, your practitioner may suggest scheduling an external cephalic version, where she'll try to turn your baby by manipulating him from the outside of your belly.

How far along?: 36w1d
How big is baby?: 18 1/2 inches with legs extended and 6lbs.
Weight gain/loss?: 29lbs.
Stretch marks?: None, thankfully.
Maternity clothes?: Bottoms, hope to make it to the end with the tops I have.
Sleep?: Sleep = heartburn.
Food cravings?: Anything fresh + light.
Gender?: We're having another son!
Movement?: Enough to keep me happy.
Belly button?: Exploring new territory.
What are you looking forward to this week?: My final wedding before the baby on Saturday! After that I'll feel like I'm really ready to have Mr. Baby Love. My midwife even agreed with my speculation that my loss of stress in completing the wedding may induce labor, much like reaching eligibility for short term disability may have sped up Isaac's birth.

Notables: Remember how I avoided the scale for last week's check in? Well, ignorance was bliss. From 34-35 weeks I gained 5lbs. FIVE. Almost six. For those of you who haven't been pregnant, don't just think that because there's a growing body to blame that a five pound weight gain in a week is acceptable. I was all doody-do, same track as Isaac, should be under 30lb gain and then bam, a weekend of camping food and I was a goner.

I received two notable comments this weekend as well, the first actually made me laugh because somewhere in Wisconsin there's a quick witted trucker who capitalized on the fact that I was wearing a Minnesota Twins shirt. At least that's what I'm going with, because I don't want to have been asked for the first time if I'm carrying twins.

The second was from one of Tony's college friend's, who's wife is also pregnant, asked me if this baby was "bigger than Isaac, because you're kind of hanging out there." Oh my word. I looked to Tony for help, but he thought for sure I was just going to lay into the guy and remained mute. I did my best to laugh it off and instead turned the conversation to the fact that we have no clue if he's bigger because we haven't/won't have a growth ultrasound.

It should be mentioned that my wedding rings have finally been taken off as well. This humidity and higher temps are definitely causing some swelling.

On the naming front, I'm starting to realize that we were about as sure of Isaac's name as we are Baby Love's and still ended up changing our minds. The only difference is that we never called Isaac our front runner with consistency, as we do Baby Love. There are a couple of project's that I'd like to have ready before he's born, but I just don't want to put the work in if it's all for naught if we again choose over our number one name.

While at the wedding reception on Saturday, Tony read the headline and then story regarding a 13 year old Little Leaguer who died after being hit by the ball just above his heart, which caused it to stop. While my heart has certainly softened over time and as a mother, normally this story would have just prompted a few prayers and frantic thoughts, before transitioning on to a new subject. Saturday night though, after an emotional wedding, being pregnant with my 2nd son and Isaac being 2 states away, it made me an absolute train wreck. I actually had to abruptly leave the table to go cry in the bathroom, while speaking with God about our inability to protect our own children and the unfairness of it all. I was eventually able to leave the stall without too much of a puffy face, with the shaky certainty that the best I could do is pray for the boy's family, my two son's and release them back to God. Being a parent can be so challenging and yet, one of the hardest battles to fight is within one's self to acknowledge that God may have other plans for our family, and that ultimately He loves us and our children more than we're capable of knowing. I'm not going to lie, sometimes that peace is extremely short lived, but at the end of the day, we can no more save or protect them than we can ourselves.


L.C.C. said...

Out of all of these updates this is my favourite purely for the last few lines. Acknowledging that God has His own plans for your family is so powerful :)

Meredith said...

That story is just so sad. How many times have all of us who play softball/baseball been hit by a pitch to no consequence whatsoever?! Breaks my heart.

Why did you guys decide to forgo the growth ultrasound?

I think you look fantastic mama!

leah @maritalbless said...

Mer: Sorry, that's probably confusing! No forgoing an ultrasound, we just won't have one unless there's an issue, which I'm not anticipating at this point.

The Slacker Mom said...

Through this unexpected journey through autism, the one thing that stops me in my tracks is the thought that I cannot stop certain things from happening. No matter what, my boys will be more vulnerable to others and that just makes me want to strap them to my body and wear them around forever so I can keep them safe. Which is obviously not an option. I never thought I'd be an overprotective parent, but there it is. I'm doing my part here on earth and he's watching over us all.

Anonymous said...

Your last paragraph is perfectly written, and in light of a heartbreaking story from my own home town over the weekend, I needed to hear this wisdom today.

Kallie Brelsford said...

I think you are stinkin' adorable! It seriously looks like a little basketball in your shirt. So cute.

Julia Goolia said...

life is so unfair and scary sometimes, especially as parents. Hang in there, mama. The news has been affecting me greatly too.

claire @ a peachtree city life said...

you are lookin' great!! how exciting - the final stretch! can't wait to read the "he's here!" post - but of course, i can wait until he's ready to come out :)

Mrs. Lukie said...

Still looking gorgeous. And...can I confess something to you? I'm envious that you don't have a muffin top of any kind. I'm developing love handles that turn into a muffin top when I try to squeeze into non-mat jeans, and while I KNOW it's more cushion for baby (ahem, that's what I tell myself, okay?!) it still makes me a little self-conscious.

Cannot wait to find out Baby Love's name!!

Love the last paragraph of this post--keep giving it to Him, friend.

Megan said...

I have moments of pure panic at times when I think about not having any control over my boys and their lives. It is so hard to even imagine for a brief second life without them, and I often wonder how I'd hang on without them.

It is a huge struggle of mine as well and I totally teared up reading your last paragraph.

You look beautiful, and holy buckets, 36 weeks already!?! Didn't you just announce your pregnancy?? :)

jen @ homeinthecountry said...

You look great - I'm really confused about where all of these crazy comments are coming from!? Seriously.

I had to finally take my rings off this week, too (after sticking my hand under cold water to get the swelling down a bit...).

And your last paragraph is so sweet, such a good reminder!!

Molly said...

In those moments of panic, however cheesy it might sound, I always say The Lord's Prayer and calm washes over me.

I am the queen of anxiety and it's one of the only things that has ever worked for me during an anxiety attack.


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