Week 34 and I am miserable. I really thought I was tolerating this pregnancy fairly well up until this point. My motivation to do anything is non existent and even getting out of bed in the morning and dragging my oversized belly and ass to work is the most exhausting thing I will do all day, and I’m an ED nurse. Add to that, sleep is a figment of my imagination these days due to the overall feeling of being uncomfortable and the inability to turn over without feeling like a beached whale. I’m also always hungry which doesn’t help with the beached whale feeling or my expanding belly.
I envy those women who gracefully skip their way through 9 months with barely any weight gain or stretch marks and then produce a perfectly average 7 pound baby and go back to their skinny jeans. That is not in the cards for me, not before with my son nor this go around either. I feel like a giant and since I am still boycotting maternity clothes, nothing fits well anymore.
I had my 34 week appointment today. This pregnancy journey has been filled with uncertainty. In the beginning the doctors thought that my previous c-section scar was thinning leading to what they call a uterine window. This type of thinning can lead to an increase in uterine rupture while in labor. However, the last month has shown that the scar appears stable enough to not only let me go to 39 weeks but also allow me to attempt a VBAC if I were to go in labor on my own. Regardless I scheduled my c-section today with hopes that there is still a slim chance my body will forcefully evacuate this human being without having to be sliced open again.
Hopefully these next 5 weeks go by quickly and that my body and this baby cooperate, if not I will be having a repeat c-section the first week of April. I know all this misery right now will pay off in the end when i am holding my beautiful (hopefully with a proportionate size nose) baby girl. Until then wish me luck during this home stretch.