Getting Closer
Well, we’re 38 weeks and 2 days now. We went to the Dr. on Wednesday, as we usually do, and there hasn’t been any real progress to suggest labour is imminent. This little baby is pretty happy where he/she is at, I guess, free-floating in my belly. She hasn’t dropped at all yet. I keep hoping she will.
My Dr. leaves in a little while for two weddings and a reunion, right over our due-date. I want this baby to come before she goes. We were doing loads of walking to try and encourage the process, but then I caught this really terrible cold/flu bug. As if being this heavy and uncomfortable wasn’t bad enough - now I’m suffering with this, too! I can’t remember the last time I had a cold/flu bug this bad. I broke 100 degrees F last night and have been living on Tylenol and Gravol.
So, living on Tylenol and Gravol just freaks me out. I never take it more than once every 4 hours, as recommended, and my doc says it’s fine, but gosh, this baby. She’s slowed down a little. I can’t help but worry. This is the kind of person I am. I’m not sure if I actually have the flu or not, it could be that the cold suppressing my appetite is setting off my hyperemesis. If I don’t eat every time my stomach is empty or close to it, I get stomach sick. Problem is, my body is just not telling me it’s hungry! Thus, the Gravol (and my staple, Diclectin).
Anyway, the fever is controlled now. Small mercies I suppose, I still feel like a wreck. Two days in bed this close to delivering when I still have so much to do … bah! It’s ruining my chances to get outside and get walking to help things along.
I guess a nice, cool bath is in order now. I should probably eat too - even though I find the idea of eating somewhat repulsive right now. I just want this baby to come out so I can hold her and know she is safe and healthy. The anxiety over not knowing is just killing me. There has been nothing to suggest she is not fine, but …
Well, I guess we wait and see. The sooner the better.
