At week 37, my pregnancy is considered full term, meaning that Squirt is likely to thrive after birth. Yay! I won’t be having another preemie! Squirt will spend these last weeks in preparation for the outside world… meaning careful refinement of the blink, suck, inhale and exhale. Meconium, which we’ll probably find in the first diaper, is accumulating in the intestines. If (okay, as) I worry about giving birth, consider what it’s like for the Squirt. During the journey out of my womb, Squirt will produce more stress hormones than any other time in her life. Can you imagine? I guess it’s good to just get that out of the way immediately in life.
I had my weekly appointment with the OB this morning. The update is that I’m a whopping 1cm dialated (the doctor said I shouldn’t be too greedy since I wasn’t dialated at all a week ago) and 50% effaced. What does this mean? Not much, I could easily walk around like this for a few more weeks.
However, after finding out at an ultrasound on Monday that the baby is measuring at 7lbs 4oz, (that’s accurate +/- 10%) I would be happy to deliver this weekend. Since I don’t care about the Super Bowl this year, Sunday is fine with me! The doctor said that if I go full term Squirt would likely be 8.5-9lbs. Holy Cow! I would prefer to have a baby that is a bit smaller please.
So right now, I’m still pregnant and more than ready to check into the maternity floor and meet Squirt. I think Bill is ready too. I don’t move very quickly these days and I’m terribly tired in the evenings. I think he’d like to have my energy return soon.