Last week was rough. My elevated blood pressure spiked a bit. There were multiple blood and urine tests checking for preeclampsia. The last of the results came in today. I’m free and clear for now. I can’t lie, I was a little disappointed. Had I tested positive, I would be getting induced now. But baby is healthy, even if I always seem on the brink of some new complication.
At most, I only have three weeks left. Grace scolds Sumo every day that it’s time to come out. She wants to hold her brother already! I am in complete agreement!!!
I can’t wait to be able to sleep pain free again. I was up most of last night. My right hand was on fire, and of course, I had to pee. The contractions are steadily becoming more intense. Sometimes I panic and start to hyperventilate. Nice deep breaths. Chris is having me track them now. It’s still varying from 1-3 per hour. They don’t become more frequent or regular. Just more painful.
Yesterday I did a little vacuuming and folded laundry. For whatever reason, it made my whole body swell. My feet looked like giant blisters. Lots of water and hours of having my feet propped up brought the swelling down. It’s a real pity I can no longer knit. Sitting stagnant for hours is pretty depressing. And look how nicely the blanket was coming along!
On Monday, I baked the most delicious chocolate cinnamon bread. Thank God for standing mixers. This really should’ve been easy to make, but I’m unable to stand for more than a few minutes. This bread was totally worth the pain and discomfort. I didn’t make any changes to the recipe. Grace is i love with it, she’s had a slice every day. The recipe makes two loaves, which is really great. I froze the second loaf, but I know I’ll be pulling it out next week. Gotta satisfy my pregnant sweet tooth.
I am so thankful for Chris. He does pretty much all of the cooking now. I sit on a chair and supervise. I can’t handle a knife or anything. He’s a good sport. I’m really looking forward to taking back control of my kitchen. And my knitting.
34 weeks, only 3-5 left to go. Ready, I am so ready!!! My hands and feet are really, really starting to swell. Chris says they look like they’re going to explode. It’s painful, my friends. The carpal tunnel and joint pain is also getting worse. Isn’t pregnancy supposed to be beautiful and magical? I guess that costs extra.
My complaints aside, I have finally finished knitting Sumo Baby’s hat and mitts.
I can’t post links to the patterns, sorry! I googled them, and they were so simple I just wrote them down. The yarn is just some cute, cheap stuff I picked up at Michael’s. I’m still working on the blanket. It just takes so long to get a few rows done. I’m really looking forward to being able to knit with abandon again.
The hospital bag is pretty much ready to go. I just need a pair of cheap jammies to stuff in there. As long as we remember to grab our pillows on the way out the door, we are all set! Oh, and a phone charger. I feel so mature and responsible. It’s quite pathetic. I am not ashamed. Hurry up, Sumo, mama wants to squish your cheeks!
Woohoo!!! 33 weeks today! Which means at most I have six weeks until Sumo Baby arrives! My doctor will induce me at 39 weeks if he doesn’t escape before then. I am so, so very ready to meet this little guy. And to be done being pregnant.
I pulled a muscle on my collar bone yesterday. Which has rendered my sort of useless right arm…well a little more useless. My fingers are tingling just typing this. Every day my right hand hurts a little more. I’m still trying to knit this baby blanket for Sumo. On a good day, I get 2 rows done. I’m using Knit Picks Brava, size 11 needles held single strand. I cast on 128 stitches. Cross your needles I get halfway finished before Sumo escapes.
Modified bed rest is not much fun. Last night I went to Target and looked at baby monitors. First time I’ve left the house in a week! We didn’t like any we saw, but we did get a diaper can. Not a diaper genie, a cheaper one that you can use regular trash bags in. So much easier and cheaper in the long run. No buying overpriced, fancy bags.
Other than that, I’m watching old episodes of Bones and reading The Good Cop by Brad Parks. Dreaming of the day I’ll be well enough to start doing yoga again.
I am ready to have this baby. At 32 weeks, I feel as though I’ve been pregnant for years. Sleep has become impossible. Along with a list of other things! If it weren’t for Chris, I wouldn’t survive this baby.
Due to carpal tunnel and joint pain in my right hand, I have become useless. I can’t sleep, knit, cook, I can’t even handle a knife. I stop short of asking Chris to cut my food for me. I have limits. But he does all the chopping when I’m cooking. Actually, it should be “cooking”, he does almost all the work. I supervise. Soon. That’s what I keep telling myself. It’ll all be over before I know it.
On a bright note, the baby room is pretty much done. All it needs is some blinds. Chris worked really hard, and it looks great. I sit in the glider at night and just rock. For almost nine years we’ve been a family of three. It’s really strange preparing for another baby.
We had an ultrasound on Saturday. Sumo baby is measuring a week ahead. Big boy! I wonder what he’ll look like. I have my fingers crossed for a ginger. We are both Scottish and Chris has a glorious rust colored beard that gets redder every day. A girl can dream!