Six weeks, give or take

I went to the OB last week for my regularly scheduled appointment.  I sat around for an hour plus, waiting, only to get actual OB face time of 5 minutes.  Maybe even 4 minutes.  It was your fairly typical appointment.  The doctor said I was measuring exactly where I should be, despite the fact that I feel as large as a double wide with the front porch extension.  I also feel as though I’m going to give birth to an octopus but I was assured that wouldn’t happen.  Do they really know that?  I was hoping to get an ultrasound at my appointment but she said perhaps closer to 36-37 weeks.  In the meantime, I’ll just go with the assumption that my baby has in fact grown more limbs and will be more alien-octopus than gentle human who loves his or her mommy.

I have a little less than 6 weeks to go until my due date.  And only 41 days to my scheduled c-section date, which I may change.  I went ahead and scheduled the c-section for 10/19, which is only 1 day past my due date.  I feel like maybe that isn’t enough time to cook a baby, I don’t know.  Courtney was no where near ready when her due date arrived (based on the lack of dilation and other medical indicators), I wonder if Segundo will be in the same boat.  Or uterus.  The OB doesn’t really want me to schedule much past a week so I’m hoping to get it moved back by 3 or 4 days.  We’ll see what they say.

I’m pretty uncomfortable and my bladder appears to be as large as a thimble.  I spend the majority of my day either peeing or thinking about peeing, that’s always fun.  I’m sleeping like crap and have been taking a Unisom once or twice a week so that I can at least try and catch up on some much needed zzzz’s.  As they say, sleep now because once that baby gets here, there’s no more sleep for me.

There are days when I feel like there’s no way I’m going to make it to 10/18 and other days when I think I’ll go way past 10/18.  I know Segundo will come when he/she’s damn well good and ready or the doctor decides he/she’s ready. It’s not at all lost on me that if I went ahead and scheduled the c-section date a week or so prior to the due date, it could potentially be MUCH easier when it comes to our new home and the timing of it all.  Or worse, really.  If we don’t end up closing on our new place until 10/15 (which we’re hoping won’t happen) but we can’t make the closing because we’re in labor and delivery, that could potentially be an issue.  But most importantly, the health and development of Segundo is what’s most important so we’ll let him continue to cook and crush my diaphragm until he/she decides to work his/her way out.

We still don’t have names picked out.  I said something to Paul about having the boys name already, he didn’t seem to think that was the case.  He also didn’t have any suggestions to trump the name I’ve already chosen.  I have a list that I add names to, and a couple of girls names that I really like, but we’ve agreed/decided on nothing.  It’s still a, “what do you think of Gertrude?” kind of question only to be met with a shoulder shrug and “eh.”  Or a flat out “no.”  But there aren’t any serious discussions going on here, we have way too many other things to be discussing.  Like counter tops for the new home.  Poor Segundo.

Update on house closing: We didn’t close yesterday and at the time I’m writing this, our new close date is this Friday.  We shall see, I’m certainly not going to hold my breath.