Week 39 – 7 days and counting

Baby: Your baby is about 21.5 inches long from head to toe and weighs a little more than 7 pounds. Toenails and fingernails have grown to tips of toes and fingers. Muscles of your baby’s arms and legs are strong, and he’s practicing lung movements. Baby’s head has dropped into the mother’s pelvis if he’s head-down, which allows you to breathe a little easier.

Mom-to-be: You’re probably feeling quite large and uncomfortable. Your uterus has filled your pelvis and most of your abdomen, pushing everything else out of the way. Your center of gravity has shifted, so you may be clumsier than usual.

Tip of the Week: Watch for signs of labor, but don’t get too obsessed. It could happen soon or still be weeks away. Some differences between false labor and contractions: False labor pains usually concentrate in the lower abdomen and groin, while true labor pains may start in the lower back and may spread through the entire abdomen. Real labor also becomes stronger and more powerful as time passes.

That’s WebMD’s take on things…

I’m huge.  As in people who saw me only two weeks ago think I look substantially bigger now.  And it’s not a weight thing, as that’s held pretty steady.  It’s that the small one not only dropped, but seems to have pitched himself forward such that I am carrying him like a cardboard box.  Plus, my hands now like to swell up into little sausages by the end of the evening.  Everyone who sees me asks if I’m about to pop, and I nod dutifully, the way I imagine a soldier nods when asked if he’s about to be deployed.

And what did the doctor say?

Well, nothing really.  Still 80% effaced, still not dilated, still pregnant with no immediate end in sight.  Oh well for all those fantasies about going early.  My weight gain has basically ceased (I’m holding steady at 149 and have been for three weeks now – it’s like my body knows my brain couldn’t accept being 150 lbs, so I’m just shy of 30 pounds for my weight gain these past 9 months).  My blood pressure is fine.  The small one’s heartbeat is totally normal.  And honestly, I still feel pretty good.  So the only real problem is that I’m so healthy and pregnant I may just stay this way for a little while longer.  Grrrr.

The husband and I headed back to the car slightly defeated, and he grumbled something about how I’m probably just going to be pregnant forever and that he might as well get used to it.  My husband has a flare for the dramatic.  And an even shorter patience than I do.  He’s even taken to talking to the small one – well, more pleading with him to come out already than conversing, but you get the idea.  Yes, we are officially in baby purgatory.


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