Well, it worked! I am over my cold. Finally. Of course, I had a migraine all last week, just to keep me from getting anything done or being any use to anyone, but that’s gone now, too. So now I’m trying to get all the stuff done that I thought I’d be doing a month or so ago, like deep cleaning the apartment. This is tricky because I don’t have a lot of energy or ease of mobility at this point, but I’m making progress. And Kyle, of course, is a huge help—he cleaned our carpets over the weekend while I laid on the couch, in addition to doing a lot of the cooking and such lately while I’ve…well, laid on the couch. I’ve been really frustrated with my inability to do anything for the last few weeks, but he’s helped keep me sane (or as close to it as possible).
I got my very first-ever pedicure on Monday (thanks, Rebecca!) and I’ve decided I need one of those massage chairs. I sat in it for 40 minutes, and my back didn’t hurt the whole time! It was bliss. And it was super nice to get my toenails done, since it’s been getting really difficult to do them myself! Hopefully it’ll last for a few weeks and I won’t have to worry about it until a little while after the baby’s born. Using the same logic, I scheduled a haircut for yesterday, but when I tried to leave for it, my car wouldn’t start! So that’s now been rescheduled for Monday. Kyle looked at the car when he got home (using his nerd tools, which he decided are now cool because now they’re car tools) and determined that the battery was, somehow, dead. (We still agree that the noise it was making was weird for a dead battery, but that’s what it was.) Kyle couldn’t get his car around to jump mine because our neighbor’s car was parked in the only accessible spot, but she’s a nice lady and we just used her car to jump mine. Then we drove around for a half hour or so to let the battery charge up, but when I turned it off, it wouldn’t start again. So we got to buy a new battery, which Kyle replaced with just a few of the skills you wouldn’t think he’d have, but does, somehow. So that was fun. [Note from Kyle: “nerd tools” being my multimeter, with which I determined that the battery was dead, but the alternator was working fine.]
Ummmm…what else? I went to see my midwife this morning (my OB is going to be out for the rest of my pregnancy with health issues), and things still look good. Baby’s in a good position, and seems to be a good size for me, which is reassuring. Sadly, even though I’m at 38 weeks and 5 days, I’m not making any progress. The baby hasn’t even dropped yet, which isn’t necessarily bad, but would be nice. I’ve never thought she would come early, but I’m getting rather anxious about her being really late. Largely because I am so ready for this pregnancy to be over, but also because we have things planned and scheduled for the next weeks/months, and I want her to be as old as possible for them. Fortunately, the midwife told me that she could induce me in two weeks (when I’ll be just shy of 41 weeks), so there is some light at the end of the tunnel. Of course, I don’t want a failed induction that ends up requiring a c-section, either…I’ve had enough surgery. It’ll all work out though, right? Right?
Oh, and because my mom was complaining that I haven’t been posting pictures of my pregnant self (of course not! I feel like a bloated whale), here’s me on Sunday, at 38 weeks 2 days: