“What does it feel like to be 39 weeks pregnant?” a friend asked me this week.
“Big.” was my reply, “Big, impatient and pretty uncomfortable.”
So here we are at 39 weeks, and Peppercorn is approximately the weight of a mini-watermelon (3.4kg, which is around 7lb 5oz). I had my 39 week Midwife appointment on Wednesday, and she thinks that he’s a “good size” baby and will probably weigh into the 8lb range…! Eek! This has had me repeating my positive “My body wouldn’t grow a baby I couldn’t birth” affirmation as I began to worry… Busby was only 6lb 14oz, which was the perfect size!
The Midwife also assured me that he hasn’t disengaged, and that his head is firmly down there and ready to arrive! However, I am rather glad he hasn’t decided to make an appearance yet as I contracted a delightful cold from Busby on Wednesday, and have been feeling pretty rubbish ever since!
I’ve been suffering from mild odema in my hands and feet again, and woke up on Tuesday morning to find my hands clasped together… and found it very difficult to prise them apart! They’re quite painful to move first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Nick has been amazing; giving me foot rubs to help the swelling in my feet – he’s very good at them – I might rent him out afterwards!
Tightenings and surges are coming and going again, but I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s impossible to go into labour with a Toddler around, as any signs of a Baby arriving seem to cease immediately when Busby throws a tantrum… which being two and a half years of age, seems to be every ten minutes!