So. Here I am 39 weeks and 3 days pregnant according to my OB/Gyn but 39 weeks tomorrow by my dates. No point arguing with her, it falls on deaf ears and even by the scans in the UK I was given a due date close (in fact by the UK one I am 39 weeks and 4 days and the one I had when I returned to USA puts me at 39 weeks and 5 days pregnant).
I should have created this blog a long time ago to document the ups and downs of the pregnancy, but at the same time I decided against it for many reasons. Instead let me document the last couple of days/weeks (please tell me it's less than a week and that she will come naturally) and from birth onwards.
Yes, I am having a little girl, yes we have a name and currently it is a secret, only daddy and I know. We had another few names prior. We almost went for Katherine, for Emma and for Kayley. But none of those quite fit.
For the purposes of this blog little lady will be referred to by what her initials will be KMK. Yes, we are going for a K name but neither of those above. The name wont be revealed on this blog, but will be on Facebook (for friends of daddy and I) and in email for those people not on that site.
Also, for the purposes of this blog (to maintain anonymity to passing strangers) I will refer to myself as MrsK and daddy will be MrK.
My pregnancy has mainly been OK. I admit that I have been crazy, the hormones have been mental and the time when most people are really enjoying pregnancy I was crazy. But hey, I always have to be different. Now and in the first 3 months where most people are overwhelmed by the hormones I am feeling mainly normal. Normal as I can possibly be!
Yes, I have had a lot of nausea, tiredness and an insane sense of smell (which funnily has returned in the last few weeks) but I wasnt puking constantly, having cravings or many aversions.
What I will say is that my flipflops stink. How is it possible that open toe shoes could stink so bad? I will also say that I cant eat guacamole or Salmon, both completely make me feel nauseous and have since day 1. I miss frozen soft serve yogurt and medium rare steak but not long now.
My fingers are swollen as are my feet and cankles. I have gained 30 pounds. I can't wear my engagement or wedding rings. I am thankful that I can get away with wearing flipflops everyday because of the climate.
It has reached the point in pregnancy where I can no longer reach my feet, where I want to sleep and sleep (perhaps because I know once KMK is here sleep will be a luxury) and I even let MrK take the car because I have no want or urge to go anywhere where I can't walk.
Additionally, well, KMK is still not in position (or as I call it, locked and loaded) ready for delivery, so squatting and walking is what I am doing to try and get her to pay attention.
I have had a chat with her a number of times, but she seems to be quite stubborn, like her mother. Or perhaps she just wants to be late like her father.
On a daily basis I am now getting texts, emails, messages and posts about "Is she here yet?", "How are you feeling?" and "Any signs?" Nope she isnt here, I feel very smegging pregnant and yes there are signs... but they all appear to be that of prelabour or false labour.
She will decide to come when she decides to come... but if I am honest I quite like the idea of 9th January. It's midweek which means MrK can have the rest of the week off and we will be out of the hospital by the weekend. We shall see.
On a side note. Let me just add that I wrote 9th October to start with. NO. I dont want another 9 months of the pregnancy!
Whatever which way I look at it... I know that in less than 3 weeks even if I go to 42 weeks by the doctors dates I will meet little miss and all of the discomforts will pale in comparison with the prize, my darling daughter. Bring on the adventures.
I should have created this blog a long time ago to document the ups and downs of the pregnancy, but at the same time I decided against it for many reasons. Instead let me document the last couple of days/weeks (please tell me it's less than a week and that she will come naturally) and from birth onwards.
Yes, I am having a little girl, yes we have a name and currently it is a secret, only daddy and I know. We had another few names prior. We almost went for Katherine, for Emma and for Kayley. But none of those quite fit.
For the purposes of this blog little lady will be referred to by what her initials will be KMK. Yes, we are going for a K name but neither of those above. The name wont be revealed on this blog, but will be on Facebook (for friends of daddy and I) and in email for those people not on that site.
Also, for the purposes of this blog (to maintain anonymity to passing strangers) I will refer to myself as MrsK and daddy will be MrK.
My pregnancy has mainly been OK. I admit that I have been crazy, the hormones have been mental and the time when most people are really enjoying pregnancy I was crazy. But hey, I always have to be different. Now and in the first 3 months where most people are overwhelmed by the hormones I am feeling mainly normal. Normal as I can possibly be!
Yes, I have had a lot of nausea, tiredness and an insane sense of smell (which funnily has returned in the last few weeks) but I wasnt puking constantly, having cravings or many aversions.
What I will say is that my flipflops stink. How is it possible that open toe shoes could stink so bad? I will also say that I cant eat guacamole or Salmon, both completely make me feel nauseous and have since day 1. I miss frozen soft serve yogurt and medium rare steak but not long now.
My fingers are swollen as are my feet and cankles. I have gained 30 pounds. I can't wear my engagement or wedding rings. I am thankful that I can get away with wearing flipflops everyday because of the climate.
It has reached the point in pregnancy where I can no longer reach my feet, where I want to sleep and sleep (perhaps because I know once KMK is here sleep will be a luxury) and I even let MrK take the car because I have no want or urge to go anywhere where I can't walk.
Additionally, well, KMK is still not in position (or as I call it, locked and loaded) ready for delivery, so squatting and walking is what I am doing to try and get her to pay attention.
I have had a chat with her a number of times, but she seems to be quite stubborn, like her mother. Or perhaps she just wants to be late like her father.
On a daily basis I am now getting texts, emails, messages and posts about "Is she here yet?", "How are you feeling?" and "Any signs?" Nope she isnt here, I feel very smegging pregnant and yes there are signs... but they all appear to be that of prelabour or false labour.
She will decide to come when she decides to come... but if I am honest I quite like the idea of 9th January. It's midweek which means MrK can have the rest of the week off and we will be out of the hospital by the weekend. We shall see.
On a side note. Let me just add that I wrote 9th October to start with. NO. I dont want another 9 months of the pregnancy!
Whatever which way I look at it... I know that in less than 3 weeks even if I go to 42 weeks by the doctors dates I will meet little miss and all of the discomforts will pale in comparison with the prize, my darling daughter. Bring on the adventures.
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