Y’all. Feel free to start making bets about little miss Savannah’s arrival. For those of you that follow me on Instagram, y’all may know that we discovered this stubborn little girl has in fact been breech this entire time. The head that every doc thought he felt in the downward position is actually a butt. Fabulous. Exactly like her oldest brother. Thankfully, my doc is willing to attempt a version on me to flip the little princess. I had one with Cole, but it didn’t work due to low fluid. This time around, there is a good bit more fluid, and my uterus should be more pliable since this is my fourth pregnancy. So please, please, please keep your fingers crossed that this procedure is successful because I really would like to avoid the hassle that is a csection recovery while Reese is starting radiation, and Cole needs to be potty trained so he can start daycare. Not to mention Matt is starting the first of four difficult inpatient rotations in a row where he will not be available to me as much as he has been during the last few months where Reese has been receiving treatment.
Other than that, I’m a cool 37 weeks on Monday, which is generally when my babes start trying to make their appearance. The longest I’ve ever been pregnant is 38 weeks, and that was with Reese. Right now I’m having a good bit of contractions (the painful ones, not the fake ones), and it’s super uncomfortable because I have a cerclage (stitch). Yeah, it’s about as fun as it sounds.
So I’m assuming that this week is going to be the week we get to meet our little girl, whether the version works or not. If it’s successful, they’ll cut the stitch, and I’ll probably go right into labor shortly after since I’m already contracting and dilating through it. If it’s not successful, then they’ll either leave the stitch in place until 39 weeks and see what happens (they better not do this to me…I’ll put up a major fight), or they’ll monitor me and see that I’m contracting and just do the csection. Who knows. Either way I’m absolutely done with this pregnancy. I’m extremely thankful to have made it this far carrying a healthy baby, but my body is exhausted. Being pregnant through this past year— Reese’s cancer diagnosis and treatment, Matt’s medical school graduation and starting residency, beginning construction on our new home, buying a new car, and being a mother and friend— has really taken a toll on me. This has been the most difficult pregnancy for me so far with the morning sickness, fatigue, weight gain, swelling, and just general aches and pains. Basically, after two easy peasy boy pregnancies with minimal symptoms and little weight gain, this girl pregnancy has just been the exact opposite of what I expected. But I’d do it over and over again for this sweet baby girl. As I’m sure all mommas would. That’s why we keep popping them out, after all.
Anyways, I figured I’d give y’all a little bumpdate because they’re fun, and I haven’t really done a great job at keeping y’all up to date on this pregnancy at all. #momlife
How far along: 36 weeks + 6 days
Cravings: Nerds and Runts (Wonka candy), Reese’s, blueberry mini muffins, Cracker Barrel country dinner plate with fried catfish, mac n cheese, carrots, fried apples, and biscuits. Not helping with the weight gain. And apple pie. All of the apple pie. This little girl is going to be a southern belle, that’s for sure.
My bump: Is freaking huge. Savannah is going to be our biggest baby by far according to the docs. I feel like a Stegasaurus, and I have literally gained 50+ pounds with this pregnancy. Which is soooooooo much compared to the 15-20 pounds I put on with each boy. I am going to have to work my butt off to get back to my happy place of 130lbs. That’s where my hot mom bod needs to be.
Stretch marks: Not this time around. Which is surprising because I am three times as big as I was with any of my boys. Knock on wood because that’s really the only thing I have going for me at the moment.
Sleep: The best sleep I get is in the morning when it’s time to get up. The rest of the night is spent getting my ass out of bed to pee or to down some Tums or to get some water or a midnight snack. And turning from one side to the other is excruciating due to the weight on my pubic bone. Sleeping with a pillow between my legs helps a little, but not enough.
Symptoms: Back pain, swelling feet/ankles/legs, contractions, reflux (so bad)
Miss anything? Being able to move, not having back pain, being able to have a full night’s sleep without getting up to pee every 1.5 hours.
Maternity clothes: Just jeans and some PinkBlush fitted dresses. Everything else is just lululemon leggings, a tank, and a cardi or jacket. Because I’m basic.
Gender: Girl. No penis on this one.
Belly button in/out: Out. Since conception, basically.
Wedding Rings on/off: On. I don’t think I could get it off if I tried.
Mood: Annoyed and antsy. We’re ready for this baby, and we’re annoyed that she’s breech and that a csection may be looming in my near future. I really just don’t feel like dealing with that recovery with everything that’s been going on. So, Savannah, come out, come out, please. Momma’s had enough.