My sweet little man,
One month. Exactly one month until you are scheduled to arrive. I know that’s just an estimate, however, and I’m still feeling like you’re going to come a little earlier than expected (wishful thinking, perhaps?). I have definitely been feeling some changes in the last week. My Braxton Hicks contractions have been stronger and leave me feeling crampy in my lower abdomen in a way I haven’t felt before. Most mornings now, my stomach feels all mushy like I have an upset stomach or indigestion, but then it passes in a few hours and I feel fine again. I guess I can’t be sure these are pregnancy-related, but I bet they are. Also, my swollen cankles are still an issue, and the swelling has begun to affect my fingers as well. My knuckles are sore and a little puffy like I have arthritis. Perhaps this is what getting old feels like!
In any case, I am still so proud of my body for carrying you safely this long, and so proud of you for growing and developing like you are supposed to. You are such a miracle, yet at the same time what we are doing is so natural, it’s hard to think that I ever had trouble creating you.
You are still putting on about 1/2 a pound every week at this point, stocking up on that baby fat so your cheeks are nice and pinchable (and so you can warm yourself once you pop out of that climate-controlled womb). Man, I wish I had a climate-controlled womb to be in these days. Yesterday it was over 100 degrees, and the next few days are supposed to be about the same. Although I am lucky to be working from home and I’ve had our little window unit air conditioner going 100 miles an hour, I was still quite cranky and hot yesterday. However, I managed to take a little walk with Schnitzel and even get to the gym (being on the stair climber in the air conditioning feels SO much better than walking around in the heat!).
You now weigh about 6 pounds and are nearly 19 inches long. Big boy! You’ve shed your lanugo, the downy hair that covered your body for many weeks, and also most of the vernix, the white, waxy stuff that has covered your skin to protect it from being in fluid for the past few months. You’re getting ready to emerge. Believe me, I can feel it. You’re SO ACTIVE. I feel you moving around at least 45 minutes out of every hour. I think Daddy and I are going to have our hands full when you arrive.
We’re getting really close now, little guy. Daddy is already giddy and I am beginning to feel “ready”, whether the nursery is completely finished or not. Not that I’m ready to evict you, thankfully I haven’t hit that point yet. I am just so excited to meet you in a few short weeks.
All the love in the universe,