So, Owen isn't breech anymore...I can promise you that as I sit here typing this he is head down. More specifically head down against my pubic bone. He's still moving and shaking (playing hop scotch as I like to call it!) and...GROWING. With Jack I delivered at 36 weeks and 6 days - He was a whopping 8 pounds 6 oz. So, 38 weeks = 9 pound Owen = Terrified mommy. I don't want to deliver a sack of potatoes, I want a baby!
I'm jealous of all of the cute pregnant women who adore being very pregnant and talk so sweetly about how much they love it. You know what?! I'm not that woman. I am nine and a half months pregnant. I want this baby out of my body. I want to be able to bend over without getting stuck and needing help up. I want to be able to walk instead of waddle. I want to be able to cuddle Jack (and Owen, too) without my belly getting in the way. I want to be able to eat 10 cans of tuna if I so desire! I want a coffeeeeee and a glass of wine without feeling terrible. I want to be able to smell NOTHING again considering over the past nine and half months I've been able to smell EVERYTHING from a distance and for a lingering amount of time. I want to be able to cuddle with my husband and roll over without having to let him know 'I'm rolling over now, I'm sorry' because it wakes him up - probably fearing an earth quake.
Okay. I'm done complaining (at least I'm done writing my complaints).
Today is my last day at work before I start maternity leave, unless for some awful reason I'm still pregnant after May 9th. I can't wait to have two boys and to spend some extra time with Jack. I'm excited to meet Owen. My only wish is that we have a smooth delivery and recovery and get to come home after a day or so in the hospital.
So! Appointment Monday to see how big Owen is. I'll be 39ish weeks - which is the magical number for induction. Hopefully, this is the last update as a mommy of one (haven't I said that before?!)
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