Well, Tumblr. We are 75% there. 10 more weeks until we meet Mr. Rutabaga B. Scraper. I hope. This little bugger needs to stay put until it is time. I read somewhere that the actual average gestation for first babies is 41 weeks, so while I probably won’t love an extra week of being huge in July in Augusta, I definitely want him to stay put until it is the right time. With each passing day I feel better that, if he were to suddenly decide to come, he could survive. But all my OB visits have been blessedly perfectly normal and there is no reason to think he would try to pull a fast one (other than my neuroses).
I’ve been feeling pretty good, thanks for asking! The biggest problem has been the swelling of my feet and hands. I can’t usually wear my wedding rings and all the cute sandals I planned on wearing for the next few weeks don’t fit around my cankles. Flip Flops, Crocs and Sadness. I’m writing a Country and Western ballad with that title right now.
My energy is starting to sag a bit but that might be because I am waking up so often at night. Sometimes it’s my bladder’s fault, sometimes it’s because my arms are numb. Sometimes I’m not sure what the problem is or it may be related to a third party such as Brian Dog.
The carpal tunnel has set up in my right hand and my thumb is constantly numb. I have a positive Tinnel’s sign, which is something I used to only test on my patients but now I can have fun with my own physical exam. Medical nerdery at its finest.
I also seem to be really good at growing seborrheic keratoses. They are not dangerous skin lesions but they look bad and I hope they shrink after delivery. I’m guessing they are permanent though. Great.
But really! No complaining! I do feel good overall and am so thankful everything has gone as smoothly as it has. I hope to continue working right up to the almost day and then get three delicious months of maternity leave. Tick, tick, tick, we’re getting closer!