This was back at 34 weeks along.
He was head down, but still floating with no signs of early labor. Still lots of TUMS and pelvic joint pain. But I could still handle the walking involved in running errands and shopping with the boys.
My left arm pains started up again. :( One time it was so bad I couldn’t stop crying while I tried to use my arm to make the boys lunch. Bubbers was very sweet and prayed with me to ask for it to go away. When it went away later, Bubbers smiled, “God answered our prayer!” I was so relieved!
This is me at 36 weeks now. I can’t believe he’s going to be born next month!!
At my last appointment, the doctor found that the baby had turned and is actually breech now! Fortunately, it doesn’t matter since we’re already doing a planned C-section. But now I wonder if being breech is contributing to this little guy’s physical antics. He is constantly waking me up with some limb painfully wedged into the uppermost extremities of my abdomen. It feels like he’s trying to burst himself out of there and then gets stuck between my skin and my ribs. And then my uterus tries to fight back with a contraction that squeezes the limb even tighter. It actually takes my breath away. Ouch!!
I asked the doctor if there were any acupressure interventions we could do to help prevent/stop my arm pains. He showed us where Charming could squeeze my neck and lift my chin (something called traction?) to help relax my neck. It feels wonderful and so far I haven’t had any more pains (knock on wood!).
My pelvic joints are shot. The doctor says exercise makes it worse and being a couch potato is the only thing that alleviates the pain. Last week I took the boys to the dog park and could hardly walk afterward. (Charming had to come home early to take care of the boys!) :( So, now I’ve put myself on house rest and try to only go out if we really have to. Otherwise, we stay home and play in our backyard or the park next door. It’s been good, but now my nesting instincts are kicking in and I want to constantly clean or organize and I keep forgetting to just rest. (And then I pay for it later when I’m so sore I can’t sleep!)
Oh, and I’m huge. The doctor said the baby is measuring average and shouldn’t be that big, but I just laughed and said, “That’s what you said last time and then Scooters was 9 pounds, 6 ounces!” Apparently, when laying down at the doctor’s office, my body conceals huge babies in consistently average measurements. (Personally, I think it would be more accurate to measure the newly extended length of my stretch marks instead!) :)
All in all, I’m good. Very tired. And big. But good. Part of me really wants to reschedule my C-section for 2 weeks earlier, but we’ll tough it out until my due date. (We like to give birth to newborns the size of three-month-olds). And when I get too uncomfortable, I just order a few more romance novels by Mormon authors off Amazon with my personal money and they pleasantly take my mind off of it all. :)