OK, I realize that my system of pregnancy monitoring is flawed since the only month with 4 weeks is February (which is how I had been defining my weeks for these posts), so I guess I understand why people always say what week of pregnancy they are instead of what month. It just always bothered me because whenever someone said they were ‘blad de blah’ weeks along, I had to divide by four in my head to get any sense of how far along they really were in human time. Because no where else do we use weeks to track a long amount of time. . . it’s just confusing if you ask me.
So 36 weeks. 37 weeks is considered ‘full term’ and 40-42 weeks is the typical gestation for a human baby. There is anywhere from 1 week to 6 weeks left in this pregnancy. *Sigh* It is difficult for me to give up the sense of control for all of this. I want to KNOW when he’s going to show up! I completely understand the enticement of inducing a baby or scheduling a c-section, I just don’t think that either of those ways are the healthiest way for a baby to be born when there are no complications or medical reasons to do so. But there is still some sense of control . . . at the expense of the baby’s health. Hmph. Jude will come when he’s good and ready and I have no idea when that will be. Sad. I’m trying not to count down the days and make myself anxious. Just gotta keep trucking along.
Well, here I am at 36 weeks, looking, and feeling all huge (but I still have a belly button, albeit a shallow one!):
Yes, I waddle when I walk, get out of breath walking up the stairs, can’t get off the floor very easily, can’t get down to the floor very easily, can hardly roll out of bed, struggle to tie my shoes, feel every movement that Jude makes, and long for the day when I am not pregnant and can wear normal clothes again. Really makes you want to be pregnant, doesn’t it. 😉
Soon. He’ll be here soon.