Yesterday I cashed in a gift certificate I had gotten for my birthday and got a maternity massage. You may have picked up on the fact that I'm starting to get a little anxious about everything, and I thought that would help me relax. Indeed, it was pretty amazing.
The place was a small one-woman operation, and I was a little unsure at first. But it turned out to be the best massage I've ever had (I've only had a few, but still...). I don't know if it's because it was a maternity massage or if this is just her technique, but instead of just laying there for 60 minutes trying to relax, she had me actively participating. She taught me a specific breathing technique and reminded me frequently to employ it. She also reminded me often to intentionally release or relax parts of my body, and even asked me to occasionally make guttural noises to release tension. It was bizarre, but by the end, I was a rag doll. I wish I could go there every day!
39 weeks, 2 days
The last couple days I've been wondering if my baby somehow turned breech. For the last several months, I've always felt the baby's hiccups way down low on my belly, a good indication that it was head down. And at my doctor's appointment on Friday, she confirmed it was still in that position. But that night, sitting in bed, I felt hiccups way up high on my belly, almost to my chest. This was very different than usual, and I've experienced the same thing a couple more times this weekend. I tried belly mapping, where you draw out where you feel kicks, movements, lumps, etc. But I can't make sense of any of it.
My doula thinks she can palpate my belly to determine position, but she has the flu right now! I just hope she's feeling better before I go into labor, breech or not.
I've been meaning to show you how my coat fits these days. I haven't been able to zip it all winter. Too bad the one time I remembered to take a picture, I'm wearing brown on black and you can't really see. "Fat man in a little coat..."
Now that my due date is drawing near, everyone is getting pretty impatient. I get asked all the time if anything is happening yet. I don't mind these inquiries at all, it reminds me that people are as excited and eager as me. But I have to remind myself that I haven't even gotten to my due date yet. Not to mention the majority of first babies are born after 40 weeks. Not to mention I know when I conceived, and it was actually a few days later than the standard formula suggests. In other words, I've got plenty of time. That doesn't change the fact that every day, every minute, I wonder if this is when my birth story will begin.
I know nothing really means anything, but I've been nesting for about three weeks now. In fact, I can't nest anymore. We're out of stuff to do! Isn't that supposed to mean something? Nesting equals imminent labor? Shouldn't my brain be telling my body it's good to go? So far my body's like, whatever, chill out, not happening.
It is getting a little cramped in my belly though. Cramped, not crampy. The baby is so far up my ribs, it hurts to be in any position other than fully stretched out.
Want to see something interesting? Well, interesting to me, probably not to you.
The top picture is my belly normally. The bottom is during a Braxton Hicks contraction. Can you see the difference? It tightens up and becomes more pointy. Not to mention rock hard.
I'll be 40 weeks on Thursday! If I make it till then. Which, I'm pretty sure I will...