This morning was my 36 week appointment, even though I’m not officially 36 weeks along until Wednesday. I met the new OB in the practice for just in case, and she was nice although her internal exam was the least comfortable thing I’ve felt in a long time. I don’t think it was her though, more the fact that it’s been a very long time since anyone has poked around up there, AND that there is a very stubborn butt hanging out right on top of my cervix. It wasn’t my idea of fun at all.
Next week is my last appointment. The end of this week is March. Within the next 2 weeks, FOURTEEN (14) DAYS there are going to be babies. Panic is an understatement at this point. a C-section is likely inevitable. I’m not scared of the surgery itself, except for what if the spinal doesn’t take and I have to be put under, but more so I am freaked about the recovery. The incision, my God. I don’t do well with pain killers; they make me sick. I’m trying not to think about it, but the more I try, the more I actually do think about it. Just reassure me that I’m not going to die on the table, ok?
I’ve had a pretty uneventful week. I didn’t take any photos because honestly, I barely got dressed or left the house all week. I wouldn’t say that I am necessarily depressed, I’m just done. I can’t walk. My ribs hurt. My hips hurt. My butt is sore from sitting on it, but I can’t lie down. I feel genuinely bad for not enjoying the last few weeks of my very last pregnancy, but there is nothing to be enjoyed.
We finally got our family photos back last week, and I’m happy with the way they turned out. Since we don’t have a 35 week photo here, let’s skip back to week 32! I do wish that Hannah would have been more cooperative, but I guess the photos show her true essence.