For those who have taken any stats class or math for that matter, when they state your ‘estimated due date’ it is basically an average. There will be a lot that go before their due date, a lot on their due date, and a lot after their due date.
I’m one that goes over their due date. I’m pretty sure too that if I would be allowed in modern medicine, that I would go to the bitter end of 43 weeks. On one hand, I would love to experience natural labor (pitocin, to me, is the devil) but on the other, each day that this lil lady stews adds another ounce to her weight. I have a few days left until we have the elusive scheduled induction and I’m doing almost all that I can in the meantime to bring on natural labor, but just like last time most of those efforts were futile. I went to a full 42 weeks last time (the hospital I deliver at is a very busy center so I got bumped a few days to accommodate all those other birthing moms), this time I don’t think I will get to go that far unless I get bumped like 5 times.
I am still working, not a full load of clients like I normally do and we were just booking them day to day. For the most part, everyone is excited to talk about the impending labor moment and the new baby to show up, but I had one very judgemental person that after I explained that I do not pay into the maternity leave program here in Canada, if I don’t work I do not earn an income, that although yes I will take sometime off and be more part time when I come back, I still have to come back to work. This person kept saying that “the baby needs their mother” and I’m like yes I understand that, but each situation is different and this is the hand that I was dealt/chose. I didn’t go into the fact that I am very much attachment style parenting and will be nursing and pumping as much as I can (if I can mimic what happened last time exactly) and for as long as I can. When I am home, there is nothing between me and my kids. I understand this is an area of life that people feel they can state whatever they want to whomever they want and due to my position I usually just grin and bare it because going off on a mad tangent doesn’t do anybody justice (except, of course, I put it down here 🙂 )
At least today will be my last day of work.
One last photo comparing 11 weeks to 21 weeks to 31 weeks to 41 weeks:
And yes, I have managed to hit the 40 pound weight gain. Oh well! Only a few more days left until I can say “I lost weight like the celebrities, 20 pounds in 1 week! Best weight loss plan ever 😉 ”
I have been pregnant this entire year. And yes, I am still pregnant too. Not sure if it was wishful thinking on everybody else’s part, but a lot were saying that I would go way early – like two weeks early – and I thought to myself YEAH RIGHT! Just like last time, my kids love to stew (I also think it is because how my hips are that prevents them from going easier down the canal but we will see if this theory is accurate when I do finally go into labor).
This part of the pregnancy I don’t have many qualms about; I feel like a normal human being expect having a large stomach that can’t bend down for the life of her. Most of the clients that come into work want to talk about it, ask about the due date and then have a shock and awe response when I say the due date is Saturday. I also love when you come in the next week and you say the due date was last week and they just can’t fathom! Yes I do live in Canada where they have this thing called “year long maternity leave” but because I own my business i do not pay into the system that gives you this leave and therefore if I don’t work I don’t make money and then the business starts to lose money.
The last four weeks have been basically identical to the last several months. I’m sleeping the same (although I caved and am just staying on the couch instead of going back and forth). I’m trying to soak up the last bits of time of having just one child. Still trying to tell kiddo what’s about to happen and he still has no clue. As of Tuesday I’ve gained 38 pounds (and with #1 I was only 30 pounds when I was induced at 42 weeks). Everyone that sees me says that I am way too small to be almost giving birth any day now. It’s true, this bump is smaller but I find it so strange that I’ve gained way more! I do think a lot is swelling related as I have not been able to wear my wedding rings in months and last time I wore it until delivery. These knuckles are pretty big! I’ve also had a lot of comments about the size of the baby – that because she is a girl she will be much smaller than her brother. I think looks are deceiving as I am very sure this kid will be probably identical sizing to the first one, including head size. I think I bought only one newborn outfit as kiddo #1 didn’t even really fit into his “coming home outfit” He was 8 pounds 12 ounces and probably due to the big size of his head coming through the canal he measured at 23.5″. Yep. Big.
Some nesting with the kiddo. We built a dresser together and he decided to paint himself while I did this…
For a kid who has never really had a ‘lovey’ or an inanimate object that he loves, I spoke too soon as he has just found that he loves this piggy. This was a piggy given by my mother to the new kid.
And then the first pregnancy, Week 38:
I had posted this one on my facebook last time stating “Still pregnant, boss is coming to work in flip flops and her lululemons”
Now to end this all up, I’ve been thinking about the future of this little corner of internet I have here. Yes work has been busy. Taking care of life is busy. Having another child is busy and so I don’t necessarily know where i want to take this space. I have never wanted to be a huge blogger and draw in a crowd and it was more of a place to put my thoughts out there, but I don’t know if it is something I want to do for much longer. I do dislike when bloggers take a long or permanent hiatus without saying anything about it so it leaves you wondering if they are dead and then of course wondering if I ever gave birth too, so there maybe a few more posts up in this area, but then I maybe bidding adieu as I’d rather read than write!