Time is just flying by now, and it actually scares me to think we have only 10 weeks left (or who knows — maybe less than that) before we bring this baby into the world. This week, I had the sudden realization that my life will never again be as uncomplicated and carefree as it is right now. That scares me too. But then again, I also know that my life will never have been richer than it will be when the baby arrives, so I guess we’ll call it even
It really doesn’t seem so long ago that I was counting down the tedious days between prenatal visits or diagnostic tests, staring at my flat belly in the mirror hoping I would start to show, or waiting impatiently to feel that first kick. Now I am definitely looking and feeling very pregnant, and the baby-related engagements are coming at a fast and furious pace. Between our twice-weekly prenatal classes, twice-monthly midwife visits, other miscellaneous appointments/tests, and getting organized for the baby (oh my gosh, we have so much to do still!), it seems that the next 10 weeks are going to be all baby, all the time.
Last week we had another (medical) ultrasound as a follow up to our 21-week visit, where the scan had shown the umbilical cord was inserted towards the side, rather than the middle, of the placenta (marginal insertion). Because this type of insertion can possibly impede nutrient transfer, and therefore fetal growth, it was recommended that we have an additional ultrasound before 30 weeks in order to measure the baby’s growth and make sure everything was on track. Earlier this week I visited the midwife, who told me that the ultrasound report came back with most measurements in the 75th percentile, and that all of the baby’s physiology is normal, so there will be no further follow-up on that issue. As for the boy, let’s just say he’d better be a smart one, because I’m going to need some serious reward for having to push out that 75th percentile head!
The ultrasound also showed that the baby is presently in a frank breech position, but it’s still early yet, so I am optimistic that he’ll get himself properly turned around over the course of the next few weeks. Fortunately, there is a big push in this province towards encouraging natural births, so if the baby does not assume the head-down position by 34 weeks, I will be eligible to visit the Best Birth Clinic at BC Women’s Hospital, where they will explore the various options to help me avoid a caesarian.
Otherwise, things are great. I have been having a ton of Braxton-Hicks contractions, which I was a little bit worried about at first, but then the midwife reassured me that as long as they are not painful, nor establishing a regular pattern with increased frequency and intensity, there is nothing to worry about. She also told me that there is a positive correlation between the number of Braxton-Hicks contractions, earlier delivery and shorter labour, so as long as the boy doesn’t arrive too early as a result, bring them on! Right now, they pretty much happen whenever I roll over in bed, sit up from lying down, stand up from sitting, bend at the waist, walk uphill, run, think about them…
In terms of exercise, I decided this morning that I am no longer going to do dynamic abdominal exercises (sit-ups, knees-to-elbows, etc.), after slightly straining my abs sitting up in bed. Not that I’ve injured myself, but it made me realize that the current positioning of my abs no longer lends itself to safely and effectively doing those sorts of exercises, so I’ll have to stick to planks and overhead squats (great for midline stabilization!) for the remainder of the pregnancy. I’m pleased that I managed to get to 30 weeks before I had to stop, and I’m sure that will make a huge difference to my post-partum recovery.
And with that, I’m off for a weekend road trip, and still hoping for a bit of sunshine