#35w4d

My fave thing to do with pep lately - my happy place, if you will. Set up the splash pad and water table in the yard, bring some drinks and maybe ice cream, set up our chairs, and play. Aaand keep my ears open for approaching bears. 😅

Seems as though the worst of the nausea is over (for now at least) and I’m so grateful. These final weeks of pregnancy are already so hard on the body - it’s very pleasing to at least be able to eat meals without feeling like puking all the time. Little things.

I’m starting to think about maybe just taking the weeks off work once I hit the 38-week mark. Both my first and second boys came in week 38, just a day apart from one another, so I’m kinda convinced this little dude will do the same. Why not, right? And if not, my OB wants to induce once I hit week 39. So, either way, at least I won’t have to worry about going late.

This tiny baby is the most active out of my 3, that’s for sure. Sometimes I swear he’s trying to tunnel out of my belly button.

The house we’re buying for MIL to live in? They had to do some work on the septic and the seller agreed to pay for it, so that’s still on track. We’re supposed to close tomorrow, Monday, and it seems like way too tight of a timeline since they were still wrapping up repairs Friday. Either way, should be soon. MIL stayed with us for two nights this past week and it was fine. She goes above and beyond to not impose, so much so that it kinda makes me feel uncomfortable. Like, if both me and B are sitting on the couch watching tv with her, she won’t join us on the couch and sits on the floor “just in case we want to stretch out.” I’m glad she’s considerate, but I also want her to be able to be comfortable at our house. Hopefully we strike that balance eventually.

Pretty sure from here on out this will solely become a blog where I complain about being in my third trimester of pregnancy.  Ready for some bitching?!

Last night was the hospital tour which had good content but it was about an hour of standing in warm rooms that made me feel dizzy and hurt my feet.  I got home to find my ankles and feet extremely swollen.  I immediately put them up for the rest of the night.  (Yes, I’m purposefully sparing you a picture of the sausages)

Despite a surprisingly better than my new normal of shit sleep I woke up with still swollen feet and now hands.  Thankfully, the swelling in my hands have since gone down and I can make fists without pain.  I ended up taking my wedding rings off last week so they don’t get stuck unable to be removed later.  

Given the edema I knew I needed to wear compression socks to work today which I washed my only pair on Sunday but could now only find one of despite searching everywhere.  Thankfully, Kevin had a late start and found me sitting naked in my room close to tears holding just the one sock.  He went back upstairs to grab me a pair of his compression socks and told me I was beautiful.  God bless that man.

Oh, and fun fact, I now let out some pee with every sneeze or cough.  Which normally wouldn’t be that bad except I’m sick and as such my frequency of sneezing and coughing has dramatically increased.  

Between being 8 months pregnant and sick, I feel like I’m not doing a stellar job at work.  While I know I’m personally feeling like a failure, thankfully my boss nor anyone else has commented on my performance.  Although I recognize I’m in survival mode and just getting up and getting to work each day dressed in something moderately professional is a win, I do miss being proud of my efforts and output.  

While I have zero idea when this baby will make her arrival, part of me has  a hard time hoping for her to stay put the entire 4.5 weeks remaining even though I do want her as healthy as she can be  I’m ready for some relief even though I know a whole new set of challenges come when she’s here. 

My house is a wreck, I have minimal energy, I waddle around like TikTok and I’m ready to get to the other side of this.  

Mandatory caveat:  I have wanted, prayed and paid for this pregnancy for the last three years and I’m oh so incredibly blessed to even be sitting here pregnant.  AND I recognize I’ve had an overall extremely easy pregnancy with zero nausea and barely any symptoms throughout.  I understand I’m blessed and all these minor inconveniences will pass and are literally nothing in the grand scheme of things.  

Bill’s work hosted a little baby shower for us today and it was so sweet and everyone was so nice. I was thinking today how this is probably the happiest I’ve seen Bill be at a job since we’ve been together and there is nothing better than that. They gave us like $200 in amazon gift cards and damn that will be helpful af.

Dude... this baby will be here like, super soon. I don’t think I’ve really considered that fact that I truly could go into labor like, any day? We still have stuff to do too. We’ve been so damn busy and the NST 2x a week is not helping. I spent like at least 2 hours in the car for each appointment.

Yesterday:: I woke up bleeding. Called my doc, told me to go to the birthing section in the hospital.

I feel fine. I’m not in pain. But apparently my blood pressure is all ups and down. And my bleeding isn’t good obv. Ended up having to stay the night.

Babies doing just fine. He’s a trooper. It’s me that’s all wonky.

Got stuck five times before they could find a vein. Mine have always sucked but normally the nurses hear me out :( then I needed another one for blood work.

Yay preeclampsia. Keeping that monitored. I’ve been fine mostly this whole pregnancy. Than bam. Frustrating. Turns out most times I thought my cephalopod was moving hard, it was actually contractions. Oops?

Had them 4 mins apart for most the day yesterday. Where they had me take some pills to try and regulate/stop them. To no avail. Hense another reason in the stay over. Turns out it slowed to changing 9 a min apart.