Friday's version attempt was not successful. The doctor and midwife beat on my stomach like it was a particularly infuriating ball of bread dough for what seemed like forever. They got the Sprout turned about halfway around and were optimistic that s/he would figure the rest of the way out him/herself. Except, as soon as they took their hands off me, Sprout seemed to say "Actually, I was just fine where I was before, thanks," and you could see the little head shift right back to where it had started. So, I spent three hours in the hospital and have nothing to show for it except some lower abdomen bruising. The good news is, this whole fiasco seemed to have no effect on the Sprout whatsoever, as his/her heartbeat stayed steady and even the entire hour afterward that I had to be monitored (and s/he looked very healthy in 2 nurses' opinions.)
I am so uncomfortable all the time. Sleep is a joke because I can't even roll over without building up some momentum or getting help, I don't like to sit down because it's too much of a hassle to stand up afterwards, standing too long makes my feet feel like they're asleep, and I have the weirdest feelings in my stomach. It's either a pulling/squeezing really low, or this hot shooting pain in my groin and leg. I'm hesitant to call them contractions because although it is painful, it is not devastatingly so which is what I've been made to believe contractions are. Add that to the continued delight of a head stretching out my rib cage and making my upper stomach tingle constantly, the ever-increasing pain in my wrists, daily heartburn, and knobby little feet doing a dance on my bladder. Basically, the girl at the store today who told me I looked "really tired" is lucky I didn't open-hand slap her.
How far along? 38 weeks
Total weight gain? Right around 30 pounds. It feels more like 100.
Maternity clothes? Yes and no. It really doesn't matter. I look like a blimp. Not even my big cozy bathrobe closes anymore!
Stretch marks? Still in a holding pattern.
Sleep? No. I'm actually surprised Scott can sleep either, what with all my flopping around.
Best moment of the week? Seeing Sprout on the ultrasound and hearing everyone say s/he looks very healthy.
Miss anything? Mobility. A full night's sleep.
Movement? So much. After the version attempt when they were monitoring Sprout and me the nurse came in three times because she thought I was having contractions. Nope, just Sprout doing his/her little morning dance routine.
Food craving? I've actually kind of lost interest in food. Even when I'm hungry, I'll just eat anything, I have no taste or preference for anything. That makes it easier to eat healthy!
Anything make you sick or queasy? Nope.
Gender? Scott had a dream last night we had a blond haired girl, which, if you remember, I also did a few months ago.
Labor signs? No. I talked to my mom about the "contractions" I've had and she suspects that I just have a high pain tolerance. She had a hard time identifying contractions as such too.
Symptoms? Oh, I think we covered that above.
Belly button in or out? Out.
Wedding rings on or off? I keep it on.
Happy or moody most of the time? Yeah, I'm cranky. I am ready to be done with this and deal with my stubborn little Sprout in the flesh.
Looking forward to? Tomorrow the doctor should be calling me to let me know what day they are scheduling my C-section for, sometime between Oct 29th and Nov 2nd. But I'm just hoping Sprout shows up this week.
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