So this is week 38. With Jack we never made it to week 39, and we might not make it this time if my hospital appointment on Wednesday leads to us having an induction.
I'm still not thrilled at the idea of an induction, but I am slightly more open to persuasion. This has been helped along because of the conversation with the lady we saw last week coupled with Mark being offered some more temp work right over my due date... We'll see how it goes. I am trying all I can to help baby out naturally, but it shows no sign of wanting to move. At all.
I'm chuffed that Mark's been offered the work. It just 4 days, but it all helps. Shame it's over our due date, but that's no biggie. It's in Lancaster so even if I do go into labour while he's working he could well be at the hospital before me! So he wont miss out on anything.
I really need to get a shift on with getting everything ready. I've not done much this week. My feet and legs have been so swollen that it's put me off doing much. They seem better today though, after my program of green tea and cranberry. Mark has taken Jack off to dad's club so I have the place to myself again. I have 4 loads of laundry to do, plus towels, but it's a beautiful day so they should try nicely outside. I really need to mop the down stairs, but that shouldn't take long and again with it being a warm day I can leave the doors open and it'll dry fast. That gives me LOADS of time to pack up a few more boxes for the loft. I'd planned to clear out the junk from the nursery this week and get it up in the loft, but that hasn't happened. I'm still clearing our bedroom (which is a higher priority since that is where Squiggle will be sleeping for the first 6 months, but all the baby clothes ARE in the nursery drawers so I have to be able to get in there).
My weight has dropped a bit this week. I think it's because I have managed to shift some of this water retention. Last week I gained a shed loads of weight in only a couple of days, having lost a pound earlier in the week to that sickness virus (which turns out to have been e-coli!) but I was massive with water. This week I am just 1lb heaver than I was 2 weeks ago before I got sick/water retention so I think I am back on track. I'm not going to consider it a "loss", just a half pound gain over 2 weeks which is more likely to be accurate.
I have a total preg gain of 19lb at the moment. The hosp think baby is about 8lb 10oz at the moment too, so if we assume that baby takes up half the weight gain, and the non-baby baby related gubbins (like fluid) takes up the other half, then I have managed not to pile on a huge amount of weight of my own this preg! Whoo hoo! I may even be slightly LIGHTER (milk aside) so this is a good head start for my weight loss.
I'm not really feeling the nesting urge at the moment. More reason for me to think this baby is not ready to show up just yet. But knowing that we might be having the baby next weekend (if we do go down the induction route) I really really do HAVE to get it sorted. I think I am starting to go through the denial stage... "I'm not having a baby really, I'm just very fat" and "We've got AGES before baby comes, no need to start to panic about things" which is what I was saying to myself, my husband and my mother while having contractions last time......
*Sigh* The house is a mess, but it's very habitable. It's not like last time when we had no kitchen or livingroom for the first 2 weeks of Jack's life. Everything is functional, it's just scruffy. And there's no reason why I can't un-scruffy it other than my just feeling lazy. I want to be able to lounge around with my feet up, sipping soft drinks, and snap my fingers and *Poof!* everything is done for me. But that's clearly not going to happen. I could pester Mark into doing for me, but I need to know what's what and where, and he's doing loads as it is. He's taken on most of the cooking now as by evening I am swollen up (even with my rid-the-water routine, eve's are still unpleasant) and being in the kitchen gives me the grumps when I can't walk very well. And is prob dangerous if I think about it.
Well that's enough procrastinating. I shall move off my butt and get that first load of laundry on, and give the floors a mop. Otherwise it'll be another week before they get done (or longer...)