Week 31 ~ July 4, 2008
~ Slowing Down
My husband would say that I have been slowing down for a long time now. I remember at about 20 weeks pregnant, he had to stop and wait for me in a parking lot. He teased me and said to "Hurry up, Slowpoke!"
For me, however, I have really noticed the fatigue and slowing down in the past week and a half. Now at the end of the day, I am beat. The heat of the last week hasn't helped and I find myself laid out on the couch more and more. My left foot seems to swell up much more than my right food and my wedding ring stopped fitting a couple of weeks ago. I get out of breath walking upstairs to our bedroom, or even just to the kitchen! I am happiest just sitting and rubbing my tummy, perhaps catching an elbow or knee as it swishes by. I have heard that this fatigue and preoccupation with the baby is pretty normal, but it is strange to feel so oddly tired and lazy. I really have little desire to do anything else.
I had another OB appointment this last week and had gained 2 more pounds, for a total of 25 pounds at 32 weeks. I measured at exactly 32 weeks and the baby's heartbeat was in its usual range of the 130s. My blood pressure was great and everything seems to be on track. From palpitating my uterus, the nurse practitioner was able to feel a contraction, so she asked me to start monitoring the frequency and duration of any other contractions. So far, they are staying under the four per hour threshold that they seem concerned with. Baby Boy also seems to be breech so far, although he still has plenty of time to turn. I do not want an external version, so I am really keeping my fingers crossed that he cooperates.
My husband and I had a couple of friends over for a BBQ to celebrate the 4th. This is when I really noticed the toll of pregnancy. I am a bit of a procrastinator by nature. I can leave things until the last minute and still somehow manage to get it all done. So, Friday morning, I woke up and puttered around during the morning, before finally deciding it was time to get down to the business of cleaning house. By mid-afternoon, the house almost clean, but I hadn't been to the grocery store or started anything for dinner. And our guests were due at six!
I had to ask my husband to help me finish the cleaning and he wasn't too happy with me, but there was no way to finish everything and still prep things for dinner. He pitched in and we got everything done literally seconds before the doorbell rang. This was a good lesson for me and reminded me that while my procrastinating ways might work for me usually, they aren't going to cut it at eight months pregnant. I have to either learn to start doing things earlier or not try to do so much - or perhaps both!
Other than the fatigue, I feel okay. I have general aches and pains, the occasional Braxton Hicks contraction, and my heartburn is pretty awful at night, but when I feel this little guy moving around, it all seems worth it. Of course, I still have a couple of months to go, so I am not getting too cocky just yet!
I hope you all had a great July 4th!