My 37.5-week midwife appointment was this past Monday, and we were reassured that everything is looking great! I passed my GBS test, which just THRILLED me -- I admit I was freaking out about it all last week, as being GBS-positive would require either an IV or hep lock during labor for the administration of antibiotics, and since part of my intention for going to a birth center instead of a hospital is to avoid needles, I was NOT going to be happy if I ended up positive. So that was some great news.
Blood pressure was fine at 120/78, Kit is head-down and engaged (holy cow, is he riding low!), no current risk of pre-eclampsia, and everyone otherwise looks good!
While palpating my stomach, my midwife mentioned that Kit doesn't have a lot of room left in there to grow. Seriously, this kid's foot and butt are in my ribs all day long; he definitely doesn't have much room left! I had mentioned before we started that part of the exam that I was having pretty regular contractions for the past couple weeks -- not all the time, but when I do get them, they can be timed, are of a decent time, and are pretty strong -- so between that and the lack of space, she's guessing I probably won't have too long before I go. She certainly doesn't think I'll make it to 41 weeks, as most first-time moms do; in fact, she said that I should start packing (or finishing the packing of) my birth center bag as soon as possible. She's guessing I'll go between 38 and 39 weeks, all things considered.
... remember, I hit 38 tomorrow. o_O
Matt and I are excited to get this show on the road, and while I was certainly expecting to go a bit before my due date, I wasn't expecting to hear that from a midwife! We kind of went into anxious-excited-panic mode, planning out the bag and running to the grocery store to get some snacks for labor. (In fact, I'll have to do a "what's in my birth bag?" post at some point soon!) Fortunately, aside from that, there's nothing much more to do: Kit's nursery is done, we have everything set up, he has enough clothes to get him through, and we're all set with disposable diapers for his first few days of meconium. Still need to wash the cloth diapers, but we have some time... right?
I pulled a Tarot card this morning out of sheer curiosity, asking if I could get a minor card that would show me how many days until I go into labor (not give birth, but actually start the labor process). I ended up pulling:
Working strictly from a numbers POV (as the card itself holds its own meanings...), and ignoring the fact that Swords often mean weeks (because, seriously, seven WEEKS?!), I'm likely looking at seven days from today, or 17 April, to begin labor. As an Air card, it typically means that things will move pretty fast. Not as fast as Wands (Fire), but definitely up there! Here's to hoping that they signal a fast labor. :P
(If you haven't yet, I'd love if you would come join my Mother Blessing through Facebook! Everyone is invited. :) I'll likely post something there when I go into labor, as I don't think I'll have the time to write out a post for it until later... so, yanno, keep an eye out in the next seven days. LOL)
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