Week 38 – Where I Find Motivation to Clean House

I had my 38 week check-up yesterday and was convinced that even though I was STILL not contracting regularly, and the contractions were STILL not increasing in intensity, and that my water STILL had not broken, that my cervix was at least dilating. And I had partially convinced myself that if I was far enough along, my doctor would take pity on me and send me to the hospital with an appointment with Ye Olde Wicked-Huge Crochet Hook. Or maybe it’s called Ye Olde Wicked-Huge Orange Peeler. I dunno, but it’s wicked-huge and does a great job of breaking one’s water and getting one’s labor kick-started.

But, alas, no. She smiled benignly at me as she said “girl! I can’t believe you are STILL walking around here with that baby at 6 cm dilated!” and then rambled on about how I’d need to wait till next week before I can receive the Blessed Needle of Pitocin, as I am still lucky enough to not have any medical reasons to induce prior to the Sacred Week of 39. I shall not stop counting at 38 unless it is to be followed by 39 (can you tell I’m channeling my inner Monty Python?).

Obviously, should my system GET A CLUE and go into labor on its own, they will obviously not stop anything. My gripe is that if I wait much longer with these wimpy, non-regulated, yet somewhat effective contractions, that by the time my water breaks or I get to next week, I will be so freakin’ dilated that they will tell His Eminence, the Anesthesiologist, to withhold the Holy Epidural and I will be forced to birth a now 8-pound bruiser without the benefit of pain meds to keep me calm and keep me from screaming like a woman possessed.

So. I have a new-found motivation to get my house clean. It helps that I am at working from home and have instantly gained 12-15 hours a week just by not commuting. It helps that Justin arrived safe, but exhausted, Friday evening from a whirlwind 29-hour series of flights from Noorvik to Kotzebue to Nome to Anchorage to Seattle to DC. It also helps that the only real, bonafide contraction aggravator I seem to have in my arsenal is heightened activity. So since it is well in the mid-80’s outside (too hot for me to walk), I have cleaned two bathrooms, and have a fairly sizable list of additional items to take a shot at in order to egg-on my system to do what it was built do to…cuz folks, waddling around 6cm dilated HURTS! All those muscles and ligaments and bony structures are all moving apart like the freakin’ Red Sea all while supporting an ever-growing baby. While Baby Center had estimated my kiddo last week to be an average of 6 or 6-1/2 pounds (and not much heavier this week), the LDR nurse that took care of me on Friday thought he looked to be close to 7 or 7-1/4 pounds…and since I already have a history of big babies, and she has helped deliver hundreds, or maybe even thousands of babies in her career, I lean a little bit more towards her estimate. So bring on the housework! Maybe we’ll finally be able to bring on a baby!

Taken last week at 37 weeks, 1 day

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Colleen

This is a blog where I will share my adventures and mundane tasks as a work-out-of-home-mom. I now have 2 kids and my wonderful husband, so the juggling has gotten a little bit more tricky (man-on-man defense). We also have 2 dogs and 3 cats (we used to have 4) so as you can imagine, our household is pretty busy. Since I never feel like I'm being listened to, I figured I'll just start talking at the general Internet community and see what happens.

3 Comments

Kim

I just had a flashback to ye olde crochet hook…being raised up in the bed to almost chest high and feeling like the doctor is arm deep in my hoo hoo. Good times.
You’re going to be one of those women that pops out a baby on the can, won’t you? 🙂 I hope you don’t have to wait much longer.

Colleen - Mommy Always Wins

Well, if it helps anything (and God, I’m sure it SO TOTALLY WILL) you are like the cutest pregnant woman on the face of the planet! Good cleaning to you, C2. May you have the patience to NOT bend a coat hanger this week and um, take are of ‘bidness’ yourself!

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