We have reached the point in the pregnancy where there are no more comfortable positions. Now, every time I ask A what she needs, she has only one response…”to deliver this baby.” We’ve passed the 30-day mark – just one month left until the due date. And after 37 weeks, the baby is considered fully baked. So, in a way, A is right – all she needs is to deliver this baby.
We meet with the midwife every week now until the baby comes. It really feels like things are speeding up, and yet they couldn’t be moving any slower for A. She gets up two or three times a night to pee and isn’t sleeping too well either. Her hip joints are loose like they’re supposed to be for the baby to come out, but it is super uncomfortable and hard to stay in one position for very long whether sitting, standing or being horizontal.
The heavy snow and slick sheets of ice covering Minneapolis aren’t making things any easier. One of the doulas at the childbirth collective classes we attend said that winter babies can take a little longer to come out, which if you think about it kind of makes sense. I certainly don’t want to be outside right now. But despite the weather, A needs to keep moving to get the baby in position. The doulas recommend climbing stairs, so it’s a good thing we have a bunch to climb inside the warm cozy house. When A goes into labor, we’re told that climbing up and down the stairs will be one of her greatest comfort measures. Go figure.
Oh, and for those of you waiting for the really big belly shot, here you go.
The party was hosted by Elizabeth and Trish who, while brunching with us a couple months earlier, convinced us that having this party would provide our friends the opportunity to celebrate the two of us and this new baby who is about to grace our presence. As reluctant as we were at first, we could hardly refuse an offer to let other people plan the party, send out the invitations, make the food, and bring the wine. All we had to do was supply the house.
brightly colored paper cranes covers the dining room table. The cats are overjoyed to say the least. We look at the cranes nightly and wonder when we’ll have the energy to string them together and hang them in the baby’s room. That is the plan anyway. And it will be nice when our dining room table becomes an eating surface again.
I think my favorite part was when we all threw the big ball of yarn around the room and tied a little piece of it around our wrists linking us together until the baby is born. It was totally corny, and A told everyone that we wouldn’t friend-break-up with them if they decided to take it off, but I’m still wearing mine.
