36 weeks

We made it to 36 weeks. Holy schmoly. Earlier this week, I hit a new level of discomfort, but that has suddenly passed. I couldn't breathe, eat, go to the bathroom or sleep on either side. It was teary jaw clenching discomfort. After about 2 days and nights of this, I was very cranky. I considered renting a lay-z-boy. I was all about desperation and irritability. I was irrational. I thought, hey! Gregg could just do a c-section the kitchen... Then...it just stopped. I can breathe, I'm even hungry again. I slept through the night (besides pee breaks every 90 minutes.) It sucked, but it's gone today and I am rejoicing and just trying to relax my jaw. The boys were already low, but they must have moved even lower.

We went to several appointments yesterday. The report is awesome. The boys' estimated weights are 7# and 6# (wowie!!!). The tech couldn't really get great measurements on the 6 pounder because he's more posterior, so she thinks he may actually be bigger. Apparetnly these measurements can be off by about 1/2# either way. They have dropped into my pelvis, but they're still breech as expected. My cervix is dilated 1 cm. Yippeeee!! Things are happening. I have contractions on my appointment days because of the activity and long ride, but not really when I'm at home. I'm spilling a little protein in my urine, but my blood pressure is fine, so no one is concerned. We were a little concerned about the size difference and hoped to get another growth check later this week, but we were reassured and no follow up scan was scheduled.

I tried my best to convince them that we could just schedule the c-section anytime now, but they saw me coming and said no way lady. Every patient tries this I'm sure. I tried to use the size difference as a reason. No. The protein? NO. The fact that they don't have the correct due date (it's 3 days later than the real one because of a charting error)? No, no, NO! They're going to let the babies tell us when they want to come, which I agree with in my normal state of mind, but we're so ready that I'm not rational. They did say that they didn't think I would last another whole week. This is exciting to hear, but the Goog says never to listen to that kind of prediction, so I'm trying not to. After the internal exam, I had some spotting. I got super excited about this, but nothing came of it. It feels strange hoping for contractions, cramping, spotting, a mucus plug, water breaking, swelling so bad that they have to take them out because they suspect pre-eclampsia. I have been warding these things off for so long. Now I'm looking for ways to induce labor. I'm drinking the raspberry leaf tea. I plan on taking an actual walk. I'm thinking I need to go for more rides down our washboard dirt road. We might even do IT. Yeah, that.

I invested in a couple of bedwetting pads to have under me in case my water breaks, which only happens to like 50% of women, but I'm hopeful. I figured we could use them for the boys for the inevitable bedwetting in their future. One is on the couch, one on the bed. It's very clinical, for such a monumental moment. Waiting for the primordial soup to make a big ol' primordial mess.

Our astrologer friend says go for the libra moon that's coming this weekend. If only I could control this...

Let's go babies! It's nice out here!

I wish we had a pool.