Welcome to week 39 and day 3 of pregnancy. I’m still here, in incubation mode, which is fine by me. I’m in no rush to hurry this little one out. I wouldn’t mind the physical part of pregnancy being over, but yet I’m totally cool being a mom of 1 still.
I’m feeling ginormous. In reality, though, I’m just carrying differently. I’ll have to go back and do a side by side comparison of the two bellies. At my last dr’s appt on Tuesday, I was measuring 39 cm, which is pretty much on target, because my flip day was Wednesday.
The baby’s head has been in the down position for weeks now, causing some discomfort being my bladder, my brain & me. When standing, you can sometimes have the urge to pee. But then you sit, and the sensation changes. Yet, as soon as you stand again, the overwhelming urge comes back. Makes for lots of great laughs, that’s for sure.
We’re still working at a girl’s name. Last time, I had some late divine inspiration for Jamayia’s name. I’m still seeking inspiration this time around. I have yet to finish packing my hospital bag. There are a few items in it, and I’ve gathered together my toiletry-type items. The packing list itself has been made for a few weeks, so it’s ready for me. The baby’s bag is all packed & ready to go. Jamayia’s bag also needs to be packed, because she’ll be bunking with Grandma & Grandpa while I’m in the hospital.
So, does Jamayia get what’s happening? That’s a very popular question among folks. My response is usually the same–we’ll see what happens once Dookie arrives. She knows that there’s something we call “Dookie” in my tummy. She hugs & kisses & rubs my tummy without prompting. As to whether she realizes that this Dookie is a real, live human being coming to share her world and her Mommy & Daddy? That remains to be seen. It’s not like she can express herself like that just yet. And I’m not going to stress about it either.
Well, it’s high time for this Momma to get some rest. More upates soon…