The weekly's...

It has come..  I have started weekly appointments.  Everything has gone by pretty quickly actually.  I still feel pretty good, I think (for me at least) this has been the worst part.  There isn't much room left in there and I'm always asking myself where this kid is going to go for the last little bit. Things are changing, you have all seen the swelling that is taking place. Its in my feet, hands, and I have been noticing a little more in my face the last couple of days.. B. E. A. Utiful!  Thank goodness it's not the summer months, I can't imagine having this swelling and the heat on top of it. My hips feel like an 80 year woman's.  I'm afraid if I bend over I may just break a hip.  They pop and slip in ways I didn't know was possible. If I sleep (try to sleep I should say) wrong on one, It will take a few hours of very slow moving until it feels like its back where it should be and I can move around again. Even then, its sore and painful. Some nights I sleep with heat on my back/hips and ice packs on my feet. You can imagine how happy Jon is when he jumps in bed to find all the different temperatures waiting in different areas of the bed. Despite all this.. And more, I'm so happy right now.

Jon and I are so excited. We both cant believe how fast it has come. I love when Jon comes home and he has bags of baby things, not just clothes. He went out and bought a Paisley (its like a boppy, but more firm and has the paisley shape) because it will help him bottle feed.  He painted the whole room, without any help from me. Besides my professional pointers of course! The room is amazing! He even picked the color the room would be. When I have told him he doesn't have to do all this, I can help, he always says he needs to get things ready for his son. He loves doing it. He helps me organize over, and over..... and over again. He asks me what is on my crazy "deep clean before baby" list and picks which ones he will take care of. Which believe it or not, it's normally the harder ones.  I am so lucky to have him.

We have grown and learned a lot in the past couple of years. Everyone keeps telling me Jon will be a father when Jack gets here. I just smile.  Because while that was completely and totally true with the first pregnancy, with this one, he already is. It's more than just being excited, scared and nervous like the first. Its how he speaks. It's what he does. It's how he is planning. I don't know if anyone else would notice the subtle difference but me.  If you would have asked me then, I would have thought it was the same because of his excitement. It's not. I love him so much, I am so incredibly grateful for him.

This post went in a completely different direction!  Since I have made it to weekly appointments, I want to write them down. I want to remember what happened, and how we felt.

Yesterday was our 36 week appointment. For the first time in my pregnancy I actually had questions. Wrote them down and everything, I was pretty impressed with myself. I wont go over all of them, we all don't need to read all of that, but here are a couple of the fun random ones.

With the Holiday so close to the due date are you comfortable stripping membranes?
He will start stripping my membranes at our 38 week appointment. (Which standard if you want it done) We aren't counting on this, but with a little luck maybe we can get him here before Christmas.

Is he still breech? (I have been feeling like he isn't, and he is extremely low)

He found is head in the right position, and like I thought... Very low.  He is definitely getting ready to meet us. Any of you that know Jon, know how curious he is.  He asked how he could tell it was his head, and our doctor being as awesome as he is, told Jon to come try. He taught him how to find the head, and how to feel for the rest of the body as well.  I was fun to see Jon's face as he found the head. He said there was no mistaking what it was once you found it.

How big do you think he is?

After showing Jon the head and other body parts, he poked and prodded around for a little while.  Never a good sign when you have asked "How big is my baby?" He finally said he believes Jack is about Seven pounds already.. Maybe six and a half, but most likely seven.  That's when my eyes got big, my mouth dropped open and I said.. Great! Time to get him out.  He smiled, and said "What if I'm wrong and he is four pounds"...  "No, you're not wrong." He laughed, as he said "I don't want you to have a huge baby either."  All I keep thinking is I still have FOUR weeks! We really do love our doctor and have made a great relationship with him.

And just a couple random stats from the appointment.
Heartbeat: 128
Blood pressure:  ..Ummm, I don't remember it was good though.  Must have slipped my mind when I heard seven pounds....
Measuring: 37 cm so a week ahead this time, but who wouldn't when they are apparently growing a man child!?