Made in Richmond

I’m due in 10 days.

I can’t walk by the baby’s room without peeking in and sighing.

This evening I was finally able to explain to Ross how this all feels…

The only way I can describe it is it’s as if I miss the baby terribly, even though I’ve never met him or her. It’s so strange to love someone so much without having ever met or even seen that person.

Come on, little one. Come on.

When someone asks me when the baby is due, I can now say “On the 12th.”

I woke up at around 3am coughing my brains out in response to a very uncomfortable (and very familiar) tightness in my chest.

Yes, it seems that I might actually be sick AGAIN. But this time, I will not a wait a week to take care of it. I’ve already called me regular doctor and put in a request for him to call in another antibiotic. And I really hope he does it because the idea of dragging my hugely pregnant self down to his office and waiting an hour in the waiting room and another 45 minutes in the exam room for him to tell me I’m correct is not exactly what I want to deal with at the moment.

Oh and the coughing combined with the on and off contractions that come with being 38 1/2 weeks pregnant? Also awesome.

*UPDATE*

I didn’t have to go back in to see the doctor, but I did have to wait approximately 9 hours before actually getting someone to do what they said they were going to do. I will pick up some sort of hardcore antibiotic (that is prone to causing nausea and vomiting! yay!) shortly.

I feel as if I’m carrying a big ball of concrete around in my gut.

Picture after the jump…
(more…)

I am 27.

I’m having a baby in a matter of days.

What. The. Hell.

Ok, baby. You’re full term now. Time to start thinking about moseying on out of here.

Picture after the jump…
(more…)

I just realized that at this point if I go a couple days without posting, some of you think I’m having the baby.

No. No baby here yet. In fact, at my last doctor’s appointment I was not dilated in any way whatsoever, and the baby was still camped out close to my ribs. Looks like it will be a while.

Fear not, Internets. We will let you know when it all goes down. I promise.

I ended up going home around lunch today so I could spend the afternoon working with my feet up.

Why you ask?

Well, because when I looked down at my feet at around 10:30 this morning, my toes very much resembled snausages. And my feet and ankles appeared to no longer have bones.

But it’s ok. I’ll just keep looking at this to remember that it’s worth it. So, so worth it.

My weekly email from the American Pregnancy Association said this:

You have reached 36 weeks and your baby could arrive at any time. We hope you enjoy these last several weeks of pregnancy.

OMG!

Picture after the jump…
(more…)

I’ve been sick for a week. Ross had this cold for all of two days, but I’ve spent the last 168 hours coughing, sneezing, blowing my nose, and dying.

I finally decided to give in and go to my regular doctor to see if there was anything he could do for me (this was of course after calling my OB to get a list of medications/antibiotics that are safe during pregnancy - my OB kindly reminded me that my regular doctor 1) would be able to tell I’m pregnant and 2) did, in fact, graduate from medical school, too.)

After waiting for an hour to get into the examination room, I finally saw the doctor. He confirmed that I have a sinus infection AND bronchitis (for some reason I must get both at the same time, always) and I really should have come in last week when I started to feel bad. He and I have this same conversation about three times a year.

He ended up giving me an antibiotic but not any kind of decongestant. The antibiotic will kick the infections, but the decongestants aren’t necessary and are more likely to have stuff in them that we’d rather not expose the baby to. Basically, I’ll feel better in a couple days but will experience no immediate relief.

So, this pretty much means I’ll have another night of waking up to cough pitifully, blow my nose, and sweat. Awesome.