First things first, I have to confess: I’m not sure why I started these posts counting in French, given I don’t speak one lick of French and had to Google how to spell four. It would make more sense for me to count them in Italian, perhaps Spanish…or hey, how about English? I blame pregnancy brain. For everything. Especially that time I spilled coffee all over my jacket and pants.
If you’re anything like me, you’re probably wondering…quatre is the French word for four (just don’t ask me to pronounce it for you). I do want my future son to have an opportunity to learn languages early on in his development which is why we’re looking into a French speaking daycare and a Spanish immersion preschool so maybe I’m just preparing myself for a future of flash cards, reading, and quizzing?
Anyway, I know I’m long overdue for an update, I’m sure y’all are on the edges of your seat in heated anticipation of this post, and hey, I’m just here to give the people what they want. That is…news about my placenta, of course.
So as not to bury the lead any further, it’s officially official, as of today I no longer have placenta previa. The placenta (formerly known as Cruella, now named Elsa, the misunderstood ice queen) has officially moved a whole 7.7 cm. With just two months to go until Baby Danger makes his debut, this is a huge weight lifted. While I haven’t yet talked to my doctor – who of course is on vacation the same week I received my latest ultrasound results – I’m assuming this gives me a little more choice in the matter. For instance, I likely won’t have to have a scheduled C-section. So the next time someone asks me my birth plan, I can confidently say, I really don’t have one – unless you count arriving at the hospital with a well packed bag, ready to push this little dude out (likely with the help of some strong drugs) a birth plan.
And I can finally say, I’m going on a run without getting a lecture or death stare from my husband. And I can finally justify all the decisions I made in the past few months – like traveling, running (yes, I was running), Gixo workouts, and my very active yoga practice (hey, the rules never said no handstands…).
With my placenta out of the way, and Baby Danger ready to plunge head first into the world, I’m starting to feel all the feels. The massive kicks (he truly has a strong uppercut and jump kick), the round ligament pain (that oh, so pleasant sensation of your body stretching and making room), gas, the daily struggle of trying to tie my shoes, bending down to put Abbie’s harness on, or sit anywhere other than the couch, and of course the feeling of being intensely out of breath after walking only a few feet. I’m also starting to feel all kinds of unprepared. And nervous. Terrified. And oh, responsible?
And since I’ve been so out of touch, here are a few more updates on this crazy, pregnancy ride (just in case you missed them).
- A very bittersweet welcome to third trimester
- Failing the glucose test
- Some life-saving, protein packed meal tips
As always, stay sweaty friends!