Remember when I was so excited to reach month 8? Yea, let's reassess that month shall we?
We did get to go on our two weekends away and I (surprisingly) got to attend our last baby shower! But our 4 baby classes turned into 3, and our 3 dr. appts turned into 6 and a 3 day stay in the hospital, followed by two weeks of bed rest. Sigh, always the drama queen.
But we made it out the other end of the month and the baby boy is still cozied up in the womb which is the most important thing so we'll call the month -- successful! Today is 35 weeks!! Now I know we don't how the baby is doing other than what a doctor check up can tell you, and if he was to come tonight we don't know what kind of shape he is in, but when we asked the NICU doctor in the hospital at what week does the baby not have to go to NICU and can stay with us and come home with us ... she told us 35 weeks! So Scott and I are very excited to be here today!
When I saw my doctor on Thursday she also told me "If you make it to Sunday, the baby should be fine." (Right before that she told me if I was to have the baby that night I should "seriously consider cord blood banking because it really can be a life saver in premature babies with severe brain trauma." Note to all of my doctors: "severe brain trauma" is not a phrase you should use around me. I'm not a super stable individual and I have a severly vivid and obsessive imagination.) She also told me that I could start becoming more mobile, but to take caution as I was still carrying a pre-term baby.
I would love to tell you that I came home and walked my dog, but I actually came home and climbed back into my nook on the couch. Not because I love people doing things for me -- it actually annoys the hell out of me because I like things very specific and while my mom and husband are loving and (mostly) helpful, they do not understand my specificness so much -- but because when I do walk around and become more active, I'm in a ton more pain. My contractions are already coming fairly close together, but the more mobile I become, the more painful they become. And since I'm still thinking in terms of my 35 week old baby (he may not be *required* to go to NICU but still that's pretty close to 34 so he might *need* to), I'm also selfishly thinking about how my chair needs more time to get to my house, sooo, I am staying on "bed rest" for another week. It can do nothing but good to keep the baby in until 37 weeks anyways!
However, as we close up my 2nd week of bed rest (and 3rd weekend ugh), I must say, I am getting boooooored. And aggravated. Not at anyone, just in general. With the situation. I am content to be making this sacrifice for my little boy, but I am bummed in general that I'm missing the summer. (Because of course it rains for four straight months until I have to sit still on the couch and then oh look, there's the sunshine and 70-80 degree weather!! Ugh) Scott and I look forward to the summer because we love to do fun things in the city. We go to the zoo a bunch of times, we take Maizy to play by the lake, we go on long walks at night, we fight the crowds at the Taste, spend a couple nights eating expensive ice cream at Navy Pier and watching fireworks. And now, we watch movies. Well, I watch movies and Scott sleeps through movies. And little Maizy -- let's just say she's stir crazy too. She stares out the windows all day with a longing face not understanding why the other dogs get to go on long walks. We had planned (early last month) to take Maize to Starved Rock this weekend for a fun mommy-daddy-maizy day of running around and having a picnic before she had to share the spotlight with the baby, but sadly, now we can't. Poor Maizers.
Hopefully, it will all be over soon. (Well not too too soon, I still haven't come to term with the whole "labor" thing.) But soon enough. I literally can't take the uncomfortableness and stir craziness so next weekend, I am, proceeding with caution, but taking myself off of bed rest. I won't be doing jumping jacks or walking to the lake, but I gotta start moving a little bit. And with my moving, will come my pain. So I just hope it actually moves this process along, because 4 weeks of intense pain -- not happening! And while sometimes I cling to every second that it's just me, Scott, and Maizy in our quiet condo, other times I want to hold and cuddle my little boy so bad I feel like I simply can't wait another millisecond!
Happy 4th of July weekend, I hope you all have a fun, safe time! And keep checking up, the little boy can be making his appearance anytime he feels like it now! :)
*My hubby Scott and my brother Scott think he wants to share his bday with America and will be coming tomorrow, I would like another week -- we shall see!*
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