Yesterday marked the 37 week point for me. I had a doctor’s appointment. I hate going every week. It seems so pointless. I finally gained a couple of pounds, according to their scale. I’ve not gained much weight over the last several weeks. I have no appetite, and have trouble eating enough. She told me the baby had dropped, which I had kind of noticed, but I had not dilated. This was no surprise. I’ve never dilated at all on my own with any of my kids, no matter how many painful contractions I have.
I was feeling rather nauseous yesterday. I barely ate at all. After I got home from the doctor’s appointment, I spent the rest of the day in bed. I got up in time to go to church. While getting ready for church, I noticed that my lower back was really sore. I had Chris look at it, and he was like, “You have a huge bruise.” Sure enough, I have a very large, ugly looking, unexplained bruise on my lower back. I haven’t injured myself in any way, so I have no clue where it came from. While at church last night, I started feeling even worse. My lower back started hurting…all of it, not just the bruised area, and I was feeling very, very nauseous. Nausea has not been an issue for a couple months now, so it was unusual for me to feel that sick all day.
After church, I was just feeling terrible, and I was perplexed about the bruise. I started to worry about it, and looked up the side effects of the antibiotic I am on (Augmentin). One of the side effects that it said you should call your doctor over was bruising, so I called my doctor to ask about it. She had me go to labor and delivery last night so they could check me out. So, at nine thirty last night, I left Chris at home with the kids, including a feverish Owen, and I headed to Knoxville. Basically, all they did while I was there is catheterize me for a urine sample directly from my bladder, and tell me that, surprise, surprise….I have an infection. No joke. I’ve had this infection for seven weeks now. The catheterizing hurt insanely bad, and seemed awfully unnecessary to me. I’m beginning to think my doctor hates me. They sent me home after about an hour and a half with instructions to finish my antibiotic…I have two pills left to take today…and to drink lots of fluids. The doctor was unconcerned with the bruise. (She wasn’t actually there…the nurse just called and described it to her.) So, I was really put out that I drove all the way to Knoxville for that. I’m hurting worse now than I was before I went, thanks to the lovely catheter.
So, that’s what 37 weeks pregant is like for me. I am having this little girl two weeks from today, and I can not wait. I’m so tired of being pregnant, and so tired of all these horrible pregnancy related ailments. I’m ready to be healthy again.
Other than all of that drama, I’m doing okay. I have everything I really need for the baby. I have a ton of housework to get done before she gets here. I’ve been feeling so poorly, along with being insanely tired, that I’ve not got anything done in a long time. It’s all just kind of fell down around my ears. (Don’t drop in on me unannounced, or you will see me cry.) So, I have a week and a half to get all of that in order. Amy Jo is coming to be with me in about that amount of time. I was worried for a while that she wouldn’t get to come, because of some childcare complications. Thankfully, though, dear, sweet, wonderful Debbie saved the day. (Thank you, thank you, thank you!) So, I’ll have my best friend around for support. We’re all very excited and very anxious to meet our little Abby Jo.
Here is the Babycenter.com update:
Congratulations — your baby is full term! This means that if your baby arrives now, his lungs should be fully mature and ready to adjust to life outside the womb, even though your due date is still three weeks away.
Your baby weighs 6 1/3 pounds and measures a bit over 19 inches, head to heel. Many babies have a full head of hair at birth, with locks from 1/2 inch to 1 1/2 inches long. But don’t be surprised if your baby’s hair isn’t the same color as yours. Dark-haired couples are sometimes thrown for a loop when their children come out as blonds or redheads, and fair-haired couples have been surprised by Elvis look-alikes. And then, of course, some babies sport only peach fuzz.