37 Weeks

Today I am 37 weeks. It's hard to believe that we're this far already! It went from feeling like time just dragged on and on to feeling like it has just flown by. Just a few weeks ago I was effacing early, getting steriod shots to develop Waylon's lungs, and going on modified bedrest because he was probably going to be here by an estimated 35-36 weeks. At my appointment yesterday, the Doctor said that while I am 60% effaced and dilated to about a half a centimeter, nothing has changed since last week's visit. She said it's highly likely now that I'll make it to full term! What a change and what a surprise!! I'm so glad that he won't be a preemie and that we have made it this far. She is really surprised because since I have a small frame she didn't think that I'd be able to make it this far. For the past several weeks we've both been walking on eggshells, thinking that I'd have a baby any minute and that every little cramp or pain meant I was going into labor. We've even called the Doctor on call a few times over the past few weeks because we were so on edge. Nick pointed out that I often reference the fact I am still pregnant as if I'm mad or upset about it. I hadn't realized it until he said something, but he's right - I was doing that alot. It wasn't so much that I felt angry, but I was just so on edge that I was just ready for this baby to be here so we could stop being stressed out about it. Since he pointed that out and the Doctor says that I'll probably go to full term, I've been much more relaxed about the entire situation. Now I am concentrating on relaxing, reading - both about baby related things and for pleasure, getting as much rest as I can and keeping up with friends and family. All of these things will probably go right out the window as soon as a newborn is introduced into the picture!



On a different topic, I had yet another rude encounter with someone regarding my pregnancy this week. My mother in law and I were at the grocery store checkout when the checkout lady thought that it was a perfectly acceptable thing to ask me how much weight I've gained. I'm so sick of people thinking that completely rude questions and comments are Ok to say to pregnant people. For those of you who know me well, you know that I tend to harp on this subject quite alot. I swear I could write volumes on this topic because it seems to be everywhere! Here I was standing in line, 9 months pregnant, and this lady feels the need to ask how much weight I've gained. On top of that, there were at least 10 people in line behind me and she was not quiet about her question in the least. Rather than be completely rude, I sort of laughed and said that I didn't want to tell her that piece of information. I don't think she believed me at first, and then when she realized I really wasn't going to tell her, she seemed surprised and then started backtracking by saying how much she had gained in her two pregnancies. Maybe it's a coincidence, but the majority of the invasive commments/questions that I get seem to be from significantly older women for some reason. I wonder if the age gap makes them feel as if they've been there and done that and are entitled to asking whatever they want to. It probably doesn't help my case any that I'm 30 years old and often get mistaken for somewhere around 18-20 years old and am now too swollen to wear my wedding rings. These people asking me probably just dismiss me as an unwed teenage mother with no brain and just ask away and are probably surprised that I won't answer their questions!