Sunday, May 29, 2011

39 Weeks

Hello, friends!

I come to Week 39 as proof to you that running does not bring on labor. Because I've been running 2-3 times a week and I'm telling you: it makes no difference. At least not for me, as it turns out.

If anything, this little girl thinks she's already in the baby swing while we're loping along and literally kicks in protest if I stop.

And swimming sure doesn't seem to faze her; I "go hard" (a relative term) in the pool and the second I stop (not out of breath, by the way--another third trimester phenomenon having to do with blood circulation), she kicks in protest. Hey, I'll take that over any other scenario. But it's still mildly amusing.

Clearly this child is not lacking for oxygen. I'm starting to wonder if the base-building exercise volume of the 1st and 2nd trimesters has created an unrivaled placenta of crazy oxygen-carrying proportions.

Which would provide a perfectly reasonable explanation for why people who exercise regularly for the first several months of pregnancy and then STOP for the last few have been noted to give birth to the largest babies.

Anyway. Week 39 has arrived! Unlike at 32 weeks, I'm no longer fearing I'll have a tiny baby. Because I'm telling you, the growth that occurs between Weeks 32 and about 38 is hard to put into words. Things seem to have leveled off a bit now in the home stretch, but I'm still able to eat more trail mix than I can shake a stick at. And yes, I have eaten three bowls of cereal this morning. (While waiting for a BBQ to start at 1pm.)

Back to baby size. I was 7 lbs. 10 oz. at birth (born about 10 days early). Micah was 8 lbs. 8 oz. (born about 10 days late), and if you know Micah this is hilariously ironic. But so if you think about it, if we were both born on our due dates we probably both would have been about the same weight: in the low 8-lb. range.

Which brings me to Baby Turman. Genetics would then predict that we will have a similarly-sized baby on our hands (or on my front, as it were).

However I have a hard time thinking she'll be that big. But then, I'm getting into very hard-to-predict territory here. About three weeks ago my midwife guessed the baby was  about 6 or 6.5 lbs., but that was based on little more an an educated guess from look/feel.

So we'll see. What I find fascinating is that the amount of weight one gains doesn't directly correlate to certain birth weights. Someone can gain 20 lbs. and have an 8-lb. baby, and another person can gain 40 lbs. and the baby is 5 lbs. One isn't necessarily better than the other; it's just based on too many different things!

Certainly one to file under the huge unknown that will soon to be revealed (currently containing birthdate, time of day labor starts, whether labor lasts one hour or 200, etc.). It's so strange to have so many variables just hanging out there right now.

Yes, I can handle ambiguity. Yes, I know the world isn't black and white. But that doesn't keep me from asking the baby every day: "So when's your birthday?"

But the heck if she knows! Scientists don't even know for sure what triggers labor. I'm pretty sure it isn't going for a walk.

Admission of Week 38: in my "What to do now?"mindset I did test the Baby Bjorn on Gus. And the scary thing is he actually liked it and fell asleep with his head on my shoulder.

Surely the breed of domesticated dog least likely to survive in the wild.

In other news, Micah and I enjoyed a great lunch at Cecil's yesterday. I'm kind of sick of flashy restaurants that try to be cool. Cecil's would not be that place. The food speaks for itself...since 1949.

One Spicy Reuben and Cherry Phosphate later and yep, I'm good. 

And last, to be filed under Totally Not Like Me, I did complete a small pre-baby gardening project. Okay, every spring I do go for it just a little bit in this area. And usually it involves orange marigolds and silver dusty millers in the aqua-colored ceramic planter we got as a housewarming gift from my parents. LOVE THESE COLORS TOGETHER.

And also did a little pot of basil. You know, for the kids. 


Mom/Mary Jo said...

Ah Cecil's. Such a fond memory of the day you were born. A giant corned beef sandwich and a giant piece of chocolate cake!

Pharmie said...

I LOVE Cecil's! You're giving me ideas :) Steve asked me if we want to try our carrier on the cats now. Something tells me they wouldn't be as excited as Gus.