I’ll be honest, Week 37 felt long! Good, fine, great, wonderful, but so much seemed to happen and change within the course of the week. It started super strong, but I swear at some point, baby gained like 12 pounds in there and my stomach grew a lot, and by the end of the week I was feeling big and roly poly and awkward. I keep bumping into stuff!
Also (and this photo doesn’t reflect it because it’s from before it happened), I’m like 92% sure baby dropped yesterday. My belly suddenly looks lower and different and I’m peeing a lot more!
BABY IS THE SIZE OF…
romaine lettuce. Again. Or a “winter melon.” What is a winter melon?
At this week’s midwife appointment, they said baby is still looking a bit small. And I KNOW. I KNOW. I KNOW, EVERYONE, I KNOW that these are just estimates. I know that like 12 million people were also told their babies were “measuring small” and then gave birth to teenagers. I know that, and my team of doctors also always uses the word “estimate.” (Every time I so much as mention this baby’s potential size, I get a whole lot of feedback saying “it’s just an estimate” and “it’s not accurate” and “my baby was measuring small but was born in sixth grade,” so trust me, I know. I know I know I know!)
So when I say “weight” or “size,” at least in this context, it’s in relative terms. Whether she’s measuring small or not, we’re looking at the rate of change from week to week, appointment to appointment.
And regardless of what she’s actually weighing, she hasn’t gained a ton of estimated weight between the last few appointments. So we’re keeping an eye on that. Her vitals all look good, and Midwife Kristin had me do a non-stress test, which basically meant I got to lay down and be monitored in “the zen room” for 15 minutes. I loved it. I want to do that every day! And I passed the test! I’m not stressed! (“Actually, it just means baby isn’t stressed,” Kristin corrected me when I was a little too proud about my passing grade.)
My next appointment is this Wednesday, so hopefully baby has been bulking up in the past week. And based on the increase in my belly size, I think she has!
It’s also worth noting that Kristin is amazing, and as soon as she mentioned that the baby wasn’t gaining or growing a lot week by week, she immediately reassured me and told me I haven’t done anything wrong. She said it’s really common for moms to want to blame themselves or feel guilty, and she told me not to do that. It’s not because of my diet or working out or any lifestyle choices I’ve made. And again, she reaffirmed why I am so happy we went with this practice, where I get so much of her time, energy, attention, and reassurance. I am so grateful for the level of care I’ve received throughout the past nine months.
HOW I’M FEELING
Still mostly good! Still wishing Crohn’s weren’t around, but that’s OK.
I got a prenatal massage Friday afternoon, which was 75 glorious minutes of absolute bliss. I fell asleep toward the end, which bummed me out. I know some people like falling asleep during massages because it means they’re so relaxed, but I like to be awake to enjoy them! (You? Chime in on this HEATED DEBATE.)
I had some random groin pain — more like discomfort, actually, since it didn’t hurt — one day last week, right where my legs attach to my pelvis. It only lasted a second, but it was weird, like my legs were about to fall out of their sockets! Hopefully that doesn’t happen!
And on Tuesday night, Brian was testing out his fancy new Sonos sound equipment (SO necessary with a newborn on the way…), and once it was all set up, he tested it out by putting on The Greatest Showman. This, to me, was the most thoughtful and romantic gesture of all-time. And as soon as the movie came on, the baby started going crazy. I swear she loves this movie as much as Ellie and I do, probably because we’ve watched it nine thousand times during my pregnancy. It makes me happy that we already share interests!
WHAT I’M EATING
FIVE GUYS FRENCH FRIES. On Sunday, Brian asked what I wanted for lunch, and this was the only thing that came to mind. I had only ever had Five Guys fries once before, but I remembered them being perfect. So we went to Five Guys, and much to my delight, Brian returned to the car with not one but two giant bags of fries. Good man. ALI DOESN’T SHARE FOOD.
ON THE WORKOUT FRONT
As I’ve mentioned, I’ve really been craving a good outdoor run. I’ve also been craving a visit to Central Park. And late in the week, I discovered that New York Road Runners was hosting a 10K on Saturday! So I signed up! And I ran it!
I didn’t know how this would go, but it went amazingly well. Before the race, I promised myself I’d take it easy, which was an easy promise to keep. I ran the first half of the race (no watch, wasn’t checking the clocks, but the timing mat at the halfway point had me running around a 10-minute pace), and then walked all of the uphills in the second half. (I love walking.) I also made one bathroom stop around mile 3.5. It was so fun, and I loved running one last race (I assume!) with baby in tow. Brian and Ellie were out cheering and Mary was there to greet me and hug me at the finish line, and my stomach behaved remarkably well. It was such a good day.
Otherwise, I did a few Orangetheory workouts, which were fine. Some days there’s pressure on my bladder that makes running feel weird, and other days it’s NBD. So I just roll with it.
WHAT I’M WEARING
My Grete’s Great Gallop race t-shirt, of course. I always wear my race shirt once I’ve showered after the race. I asked for a size extra medium, which they told me doesn’t exist. I got a large, and it makes for a beautiful crop top.
WHAT I’M READING
I *swear* I’m going to get back to baby books ASAP. But in the meantime, I’m finishing up The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck. There are parts I like, but generally it all feels like pretty obvious insight to me. I agree with a good amount of it, but I’m not finding it to be as groundbreaking and life-changing as people insist. (Did you read it? Talk to me.)
HOW I’M SLEEPING
Some tossing. Some turning. Some grunting.
WHAT I’M WONDERING
Will I get my work done before the baby gets here?
Was that my mucus plug? (I won’t share more here. I realize I share a lot but maybe that’s a little much? I don’t know where boundaries exist, so I will withhold from sharing specific details, and I know it doesn’t really matter, but…that might’ve been it?)
How many more of these weekly posts will I write?!
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