I'm 36 weeks! We're getting closer and I just can't wait to meet Aidan. It's not that I haven't enjoyed this pregnancy, I have, it's just that I'm ready to hold him in my arms, count all of his fingers and toes. I'm ready to start the new chapter within my family's life. The kids have been bouncing off of the walls, asking daily if "today is the day." I can't wait to see what they do the first time they meet Aidan. That's my heart talking; my head tells me that he needs to bake as much as possible. It's going to be such a precious time.
It's Good Friday and my parents are driving in from Pittsburgh so that we can spend the holiday together. We usually go back to Pittsburgh for Easter but I'm not allowed to travel that far at this point in my pregnancy. I'm going to miss seeing all of my relatives/extended family but just being able to have my parents here with us will be nice.
My parents arrived in time to go with the kids and me to my weekly NST (Non-Stress Test). The kids were really excited to see my parents so we decided that they could stay home and spend some quality time together. My Dad said that he would tag along with me (if I didn't mind) to my NST so I had someone with me. If you ever met my Dad you would think he was such a hard person but deep down he's such a teddy bear. There was no way that "his little girl" was going to the NST alone. Yes, I'm a 39-year-old woman but I'm still my Daddy's little girl in his eyes. He's been protective of the baby and me this pregnancy because of all of the little things that have happened along the way. It's sweet. The NST had a few bumps along the way but it was fine. I think what's happening is Aidan sleeps around 1-3 p.m. and that's when I've been scheduled for my weekly NST's and they have to wake him up to do the test. Let's just say that Aidan isn't too happy when they do this and kicks and rolls around. It used to be sweet (it still is) but since he's getting bigger and doesn't have as much room to move around, it's starting to hurt a bit when he moves so quickly.
Paul worked Good Friday and my parents, the kids and I met up with Karen (my Sister-In-Law). We went out shopping and went out for seafood. It was a nice evening but by the end of the day, I was really tired and I was swelled up big time. I went home and put my feet up for the remainder of the evening. I thought all was fine until around 10:00 p.m. and then I started into Braxton Hicks on and off throughout the rest of the evening and into the early parts of Saturday. They never went over an hour and fifteen minutes but they were so much harder than they have ever been. I knew that I had to take it easy the next day.
I woke up on Saturday and some of the swelling had gone down but it came back by 10:00 a.m. and I couldn't get it to stay down. I took a cold bath, and elevated my feet and used cold compresses but if I put my feet down for more than ten minutes at a time, they would swell up again. It wasn't that the swelling was moderate, it was really bad. My feet were so swollen I couldn't put on shoes or socks. The swelling started going up my leg into my calves toward my knees. My fingers started to swell and it went into my wrists moving up toward my elbows. I spent the day on the couch and/or rocking recliner with my feet elevated and holding my hands up. It was hard because we had plans to do a couple of things with my parents but couldn't. It was still nice to spend quality time together and not running around gave us time to us sit and talk about the little things that you sometimes overlook.
The kids had a great time looking for their baskets and they were so appreciative of what the Easter Bunny brought them. That's one thing I can say about my kids that just touches me deeply; they are so appreciative and thankful for any gift given to them even if it's just from the dollar store/something super small. I hope that they are always like that and continue to appreciate everything in life. I was still swelled up on Easter Sunday but managed to get to church. We had a really good time but by the time we arrived home I wasn't feeling well again, had Braxton Hicks and was swollen. I again ended up on the rocking recliner with cold compresses on my ankles and elevating everything. Mom was wonderful and made Easter dinner for everyone but I missed being able to be in the kitchen with her making dinner. We always have such a great time together and we get to have one-on-one girl talk, which seldom happens nowadays because we're so busy. Dinner was delicious and we had a wonderful evening. Not much happened, it was quiet but just so peaceful and relaxing.
I ended up at the OB's office on Monday for the swelling and because I started to feel dizzy. Dr. M had a 24-hour urine analysis run and some blood work. Mom and Dad stuck around to see how everything went and then returned home in the late afternoon.
By Wednesday I was feeling better and as quick as the swelling was here it was gone. My babysitter fell through and I ended up taking the kids to the IEP meeting for Morgan's speech in Kindergarten. I was so proud of both kids; they were so good and just sat, looked through some books, colored, etc. If you didn't see them sitting there, you wouldn't have known that there were two kids in the room. I wonder how it will be once Aidan arrives. Guess we'll find out soon enough.