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Babywatch Update

Still no baby and we’re two days overdue, but some progress to report. We went to the midwife on Friday – as of last Tuesday’s (7/3) appointment I was fine with not going in again, but as the days lingered on I felt like I needed to go for my own sanity.

We had to see a different midwife but she was very nice and supportive. Before going in I almost thought I’d get some lecture about how I have to be patient and what not. But there was no judging on her part, which was great!

My uterus measured at 38 cm, right on track (last Tuesday it was 37 cm). Baby2’s heartbeat was in the 130s, also very good. I asked to please be “checked” and she agreed to, although she did make sure to tell me that the results aren’t indicative of anything, really. It won’t tell me when this labor thing is going to go down. Sigh.

I was 2-3 cm dilated, 50 percent effaced and “soft and ready,” she said. She didn’t find any signs of scar tissue from my LEEP (in 2004) which is great because I was nervous about that. Also, my cervix has already moved up and away from my spine, which is great!

She also swept my membranes because I was already a bit dilated. I spotted for several hours afterward, but she said that’s probably just the rest of my mucus plug. I was pretty crampy for the rest of the day, too, but no contractions. Well, that’s a lovely paragraph to read, huh? Might as well add that I’ve finally pooped a couple times too! You’re welcome.

Physically I’m still feeling awesome, but my emotions are touch-and-go. In what seems like a split second I flip from excitement to frustration, from contentment to sorrow. Of course it’s worse when I’m not actively doing something, which makes sleep continue to be difficult. Last night I could nod off around 11:30 but I was up wide awake at 4:30 this morning. I refused to nap yesterday, thinking it would affect my nighttime sleep, but at this point I suppose it’s best to take what I can get!

On a non-baby note, I was fortunate enough to attend the wedding of one of my favorite friends last night. I said the only thing that would stop me from going would be if I was in the hospital, which I obviously wasn’t! Plus I’m still physically feeling great. And I’m so glad I got to go! It was a perfect weather day, a touching ceremony and a lovely reception complete with awesome food. And the bride was a knock-out! How did I not take a single picture?! Damn my absent mind! Anyway… Congrats Trang and Andy! Enjoy your tropical honeymoon and safe travels!!

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Friday Update: Week 40

At 40 weeks, baby is said to be about 20 inches long, the average length of a newborn. It is difficult to find 20″ objects that aren’t tires, computer monitors or TVs. So this week I settled on something way more glamorous: a piece of 20-inch carry-on luggage, which apparently is pretty standard but these little bags can go up to 22 inches. Watch out for that.

What a different kind of week it has been! I have been out on “maternity” leave since Monday. I use the quotes because it hardly feels like there’s much maternity-ing going on, as there is still no baby to care for.

I started the week by finishing a project, then lapsing into complete and total impatience and frustration, only to end with the resolve to come to terms with the wait and just be patient. Yes, I’m only 40 weeks but given Kiddo1’s early appearance at 38 weeks (ish) and the fact that everyone has been telling me about how quick the second one comes, making it to 40 weeks has been quite surprising.

I’ve been feeling much better the past couple days. Yesterday was another good day. We went out to get our car tire fixed – it has had a nail in it for the past, I don’t know, couple months, and we finally decided it’d be safe to just fix it already. It was no trip to a museum or anything, but we did get out and had a nice walk to lunch while the work was being done. Later we ran some errands, got some dinner and generally had a nice day as a happy family.

Also, Kiddo1 gave me a great project to start working on. He’s a big fan of the Titanic and a couple weeks ago he suckered us into chipping in money for him to buy some Titanic coins and memorabilia. It all arrived yesterday after a little over a week of torturous waiting (we were waiting buddies, but his package arrived before mine!). We put all the items out on the floor and decided we should frame it all. We’ve been talking about redoing the wall art in his room anyway.

So now I have a fun framing project to get started on! After we fixed the tire yesterday we went to the art supply store to get the mats. We picked up a frame just before dinner, too. Tonight I’ll lay some stuff out as ideas for him to decide on tomorrow. This is a great distraction for me, I don’t think he even realizes it.

I also need to work on finding something to wear to my friend’s wedding tomorrow which I’m super excited to be attending (yay!!) but attending pregnant (boo). Being pregnant for it isn’t a problem in-and-of-itself, I just so thought I’d be bringing a baby along to this event! I had an outfit planned for it and everything! Now it’s back to the drawing board with only a day to figure it out! Eeek!

Some standard stuff:

  • Total weight gain: 35 pounds, I think. I haven’t been as diligent with weighing in this week. But, given the next bullet point, I’d say two pounds gained this week is fair.
  • Cravings: Anything. Everything? It all sounds good and I want to eat it. I don’t feel physically restricted about the amount of food I can consume anymore. Perhaps that means she really has dropped? I have no idea…
  • Coolest symptom: Just a general physical well-being, I suppose. Other than struggling for the first time with sleep, I physically feel fantastic. My mind is starting to feel fantastic again after a rough couple days, and it is getting better the more I have other things to focus on (besides the fact that we’re at D day and still no baby!).
  • Lamest symptom: Teenage boy farts are back big time. Mr. Handsome and Kiddo1 don’t know what the hell is going on. And if we’re out I can’t blame it on the dog! (Just kidding Max! I always fess up.) At the science museum the other day, Mr. Handsome says, “Someone in here in dropping more bombs than the Air Force!” while looking at me accusingly.
  • Exercise this week (the goal is 210 minutes 180 minutes): I got in a session of water aerobics and two 45-minute yoga sessions. Score! With the hours and hours of walking added to that I’d say the goal has been met. Oh and all the vacuuming and cleaning counts for cardio too, right?

Baby2, where are you? Here’s what she’s up to, courtesy babycenter.com:

It’s hard to say for sure how big your baby will be, but the average newborn weighs about 7 1/2 pounds (a small pumpkin) and is about 20 inches long. His or her skull bones are not yet fused, which allows them to overlap a bit if it’s a snug fit through the birth canal during labor. This so-called “molding” is the reason your baby’s noggin may look a little conehead-ish after birth. Rest assured – it’s normal and temporary.

Mind Games

I’ve made no secret of the fact that I love being pregnant and will miss it horribly when it’s over. At the same time, I know all good things must come to an end. Life must go on.

Things are coming up on the calendar that somewhat require me not being pregnant any more. I say somewhat because I suppose I could still be pregnant but some people might be disappointed. Specifically my parents as they are driving up to the PacNW in just a few short days, arriving one week from today.

When I initially conceded to their travel plans, I honestly thought this baby would arrive a little early. Kiddo1 was two weeks early and they say the second is supposed to come faster, right? Wrong. Fucking wrong!!

See, all I’ve wanted for the early postpartum period is to be left alone with Mr. Handsome, Kiddo1 and Baby2 for just a few days. A few days to bond, to sleep, to breastfeed and to generally recover. And with each passing day, I feel like my wish is slipping away from me.

This leaves me with the mind game of feeling incredibly frustrated and impatient yet trying to fight it because part of me does want to hold on to every last pregnant moment. I think I’ve been handling it fairly well (I’ve only snapped at Mr. Handsome a couple times!) but my anxiety is leading me to try more induction tactics than I wanted and just not having a very cheery disposition.

Some things I’ve tried have started to feel successful but then fizzled. Great, so now the calendar and my body have teamed up to play against my mind. Just when I think, “This could be it!” the feelings pass and my thoughts return to frustration.

I started with labor cookies last week just for fun, before I started going crazy. They brought on some Braxton-Hicks contractions, but nothing serious. I’d love to make some more cookies but it is super hot this week, we don’t have air conditioning and I don’t want to turn on my oven. So, there that.

On Sunday, I drank this soda that usually gives me some… bowel movements (partially because I love this soda, partially because I haven’t pooped in days and partially because intestinal movement can trigger contractions). I had some contractions around dinner, they got up to five minutes apart for an hour, but then they just stopped. I didn’t even poop, damn it.

Looks yummy huh? Yes, I strain the shit out of it before I chug it.

On Monday I started drinking a concoction of red raspberry leaf tea, basil and oregano three times thought the day (basil and oregano are helpful herbs). I did a bunch of yoga in the morning to loosen things up and had some spicy BBQ chicken for dinner. Again, around dinner time, the contractions heated up but cooled off around bedtime.

Speaking of bedtime, getting to sleep is suddenly a total nightmare! I’ve been trying to go to bed early, around 9, but it will be 12, 1, once even 2 AM before I could nod off. This never happens to me! I’m a great sleeper! But since Sunday things have been different.

Yesterday, Tuesday, I pulled out all the stops. Three more tea drinks throughout the day plus some acupuncture in the morning and a ton of walking. I’d never had acupuncture before, so I was excited. It felt like it was working, and the contractions came intermittently throughout the day at a stronger intensity than I had felt so far. I even took another shower and did my hair after dinner because I was convinced that was it. But here I am, not in labor and no baby.

Basil-oregano deliciousness

Today I’m still trying. Instead of making tea (that stuff is gross), I had some basil pasta from the farmers market with an extra teaspoon each of basil and oregano mixed in. I just finished that and we’re about to go out to the science museum for a bunch of walking.

I know I need to relax. I’m trying to, I swear. I’m such a control freak when it comes to these things. And I’ve struggled with this for a couple weeks now! I just want things to go my way, damnit! But there is no way to control these things. I need to remember that. Whatever happens, it will be awesome. It will work out just fine. Mind over matter!

Friday Update: Week 39

39 weeks! We’ve made it this far!

This week, it looks like summer may have officially hit the Pacific NW, after lots of teasing – going back and forth between 80/sunny and 60/rainy. Very weird spring/early summer weather this year, but now that the sun is here (to stay?) I can’t complain. I’m very excited to walk about with Baby2 in the sun, strapped to my chest and shaded, of course.

With the heat coming it’s time to break out the 20″ box fan to keep cool in our non-air-conditioned house (we don’t really need the A/C anyway, we have a basement. Sure, sometimes we sleep in the basement, but we save a whole bunch on our utility bill!).

Wait? 20″? Well, that’s the approximate length of Baby2 this week!

And speaking of summer, after today summer vacation (aka maternity leave) officially begins. I put one of these on my office email today:

See you office homies in 10 weeks, yo!

Like a lot of things lately, I am both excited for and nervous about maternity leave. Excited because, duh, I don’t have to work. Nervous because, well, I like to work! I like the routine, I like the sense of accomplishment, I like getting out of the house and being independent. What if I miss important changes at the office (our company is changing all the time; things are very fast-paced, especially in my wing of the building), what if I miss opportunities? Urg, the uncertainty!

Luckily, I will have the sweetest distraction that ever could be: my super awesome, amazing family, complete with brand-new Baby2. Not such a bad trade-off, I suppose. Besides, work will be there for me when I return (September 17th, I’d better not start the countdown already!). And by then, I’m sure I’ll be ready for it.

But… while I feel ready for leave and ready for this baby to make her appearance, I’m not so sure if I’m ready for not being pregnant anymore! These last few weeks have been especially excellent, despite having to roll myself off the couch at this point. I know this is the last time in my life I’ll be this way, and it’s kind of depressing me all of a sudden.

I will really miss this time so I want to make the most of it – but what can I do? Other than trying to not rush myself or be impatient, I don’t know how best to take advantage of it. I’m taking pictures to look back on, of course. I’m journaling, blogging, all that good stuff. I guess just living in the moment is the best thing for me, being grateful for all that I have right now.

Anyway, before the weekly standards, a few updates about our latest midwife appointment. First, she says Baby2’s head is super duper low in my pelvis – so low she could barely feel it! Baby2 is faced toward my back and her back is centered in my uterus (ie she’s not favoring one side or the other, although I think I feel her move to my right side sometimes). She’s in the perfect position for birth! My fundal height was only about 37 cm, but I was having a contraction while she measured (she actually pointed out the contraction!) so I could be more like 38 cm. Either way, our midwife was not at all concerned – she estimates baby will be about 7 pounds or so (Kiddo1 is concerned that she’ll be bigger than he was at birth!). We talked a little about Group B Strep (half of us in the centering group tested positive!) and she didn’t say anything that I haven’t already heard (call if your water breaks, call earlier than you think you should, you need antibiotics 4 hours before birth, another dose after 4 hours would be best, etc, etc). Another great appointment, hopefully the last one! The next one is scheduled for four days after my due date.

On to the regular updates:

  • Total weight gain: 33 pounds. I thought I’d break down the typical weight gain for myself, just so I can see that the number really isn’t so bad (in fact, it’s great according to my midwife!). This is according to the American Pregnancy Association:
    • Baby: 7-8 pounds
    • Placenta: 1-2 pounds
    • Amniotic fluid: 2 pounds
    • Uterus: 2 pounds
    • Maternal breast tissue: 2 pounds (at least! ha!)
    • Maternal blood: 4 pounds
    • Fluids in maternal tissue: 4 pounds
    • Maternal fat and nutrient stores: 7 pounds
  • Cravings: Spicy foods, like my extra spicy ginger cookies. Perhaps this craving will help entice our little one to make her way into the outside world?
  • Coolest symptom: More defined limbs are sticking out the sides of my belly. I’m pretty sure I grabbed a foot the other day. I like to tickle her little feet, then she pulls it back in. It’s a fun little interaction that I know won’t last too long. But soon I’ll tickle her actual feet, so that’ll be cool!
  • Lamest symptom: I’ve got this strange muscle-tightening thing going on sporadically in my right groin muscle. It’s weird. It only lasts for a moment but stops me in my tracks. Not really painful but I can’t walk through it either. Also, my wedding rings are getting a little tight. I still wear them, but I hope it doesn’t get any worse!
  • Exercise this week (the goal is 210 minutes 180 minutes): I missed water aerobics entirely this week. It’s only offered three times a week this summer – I missed Saturday because I was lazy, Monday because I had too much other stuff to do and then I realized too late that Wednesday is a holiday so they weren’t offering a session. Lame! I did do 75 minutes of yoga though, so all was not lost, plus about 60 minutes of biking over the 4th. Oh! And about an hour of walking around town with the fam over the weekend. So I guess that puts me at goal after all!

Here’s what’s new with Baby2, courtesy babycenter.com:

Your baby’s waiting to greet the world! He or she may measure about 20 inches and weigh a bit over 7 pounds, a mini watermelon. (Boys tend to be slightly heavier than girls.) Your baby continues to build a layer of fat to help control body temperature after birth, and the outer layers of skin are sloughing off as new skin forms underneath.

Friday Update: Week 38

Holy shit, week 38. That means, in approximately two weeks time, our little family of three will be four. We’ll have a little baby to hold and feed and love (and clean up after!). We’ll have evened out the girl-boy ratio in our house! Well, as long as you don’t count our boy dog (who am I kidding, the boys are totally counting him so they can continue to have the majority).

At 38 weeks, baby is said to be about 19-1/2 inches long (although Kiddo1 was 19-1/2 inches at birth so we’ll see what Baby2 ends up being!). 19-1/2 inches is the approximate height of my 5-gallon glass carboy, in which I brew beer. Mmmm, beer. I haven’t brewed in about a year but I really need to get on it now. I’d love to have a delicious home brew as one of the first back-to-alcohol drinks I allow myself!

But before the drinks can flow, the baby needs to arrive. Why am I starting to get nervous about when that will be? I’m not very nervous about the event itself, but OMG WHEN WILL IT HAPPEN? I’m looking at my calendar and realizing I not only have work things tightly scheduled for the next week but my personal calendar is full of events as well. What if she’s more than a week early? I hate missing things.

After the due date I have a wedding I’d really like to attend. Then my parents show up on the 18th. What if she’s late? I would really like a few days to myself (and my immediately family, of course!) to relax and bond and, most importantly, recover. The best time for her to arrive would be the evening of Tuesday, July 10th (are you listening baby?!).

I know it’s pointless to worry about this and it’s something that I just can’t schedule (honestly, I know I wouldn’t want to). I have to relax, go with the flow, and know that whatever happens, I’ll drop anything, anything at all, and focus on this birth when the time comes. Stressing is pointless (and I’ll keep telling myself that!).

Here are some things I’m not stressing about, though:

  • Total weight gain: 32 pounds. Still on track! I’m very proud of my body for keeping the third tri gain to a pound a week (on average). I haven’t done much to help out, what with my ice cream habit and dropping my exercise goal, so thanks, body. I heart you.
  • Cravings: Perhaps I’ve had my fill of ice cream? I’m not ravenous for it this week (although I still indulged a couple times). I’m loving my daily breakfast sandwich and daily spinach salad for lunch, plus I’m crazy thirsty lately.
  • Coolest symptom: The “contractions” continue, although not at all consistent (definitely some Braxton-Hicks action going on). “Cervix pinches” also continue. I’m dying to know if I’ve made any progress but, with the Group B Strep positive test I fear the risk of potential infection so I won’t ask to be checked at Tuesday’s midwife appointment. All in all I feel pretty damn fantastic still!
  • Lamest symptom: Still fighting the waddle (and, come evening, giving in most of the time) and still peeing a whole lot.
  • Exercise this week (the goal is 210 minutes 180 minutes): 120 minutes of water aerobics (yeah, I went twice!), 75 minutes of yoga for a total of 195 minutes. Woot! I’ve found the yoga feels more “productive” lately, like with each lunge and squat baby settles down into position a little more.

Here’s what’s new with Baby2, courtesy babycenter.com:

Your baby has really plumped up. He or she weighs about 6.8 pounds and is over 19 1/2 inches long (like a leek). Your baby has a firm grasp, which you’ll soon be able to test when you hold his or her hand for the first time! His or her organs have matured and are ready for life outside the womb. Wondering what color your baby’s eyes will be? You may not be able to tell right away. If your baby is born with brown eyes, they’ll likely stay brown. If he or she is born with steel gray or dark blue eyes, they may stay gray or blue or turn green, hazel, or brown by the time your baby is 9 months old. That’s because a child’s irises (the colored part of the eye) may gain more pigment in the months after birth, but they usually won’t get “lighter” or more blue. (Green, hazel, and brown eyes have more pigment than gray or blue eyes.)

Friday Update: Week 37

37 weeks! That’s term time! I’m feeling pretty darn good about that. As of today, I can have my waterbirth, I won’t have any restrictions if I go into labor now and the “preterm” risk factor for baby has been eliminated. Super sweet.

Speaking of baby, she’s supposedly about 19 inches long this week. Apparently a lot of things are 19 inches long but they’re all like TVs and car tires: boring. In keeping with the spirit of the (now concluded) NBA finals, I discovered this foam finger we obtained at a Phoenix Suns game is exactly 19 inches long! (We moved to the PacNW from Phoenix four years ago. We’re so lucky to live here now!)

Speaking of luck, this week I’m reflecting on how incredibly lucky I am. A year ago at this time I was frustrated with myself for not being pregnant yet. Now, I’m wrapping up my second super awesome pregnancy and I couldn’t be happier.

I’m lucky because pregnancy is fairly easy for me. I don’t intend to brag with this at all, I merley want to list all this lucky stuff for myself so when I look back I can thoroughly remember that I did have it good and I should not complain! Why complain about something we tried so hard to achieve? I mean, here I am, 37 weeks, and I’m still riding my bike around the neighborhood (not too far from home, just in case!), touching my toes during yoga, doing the downward dog, literally running across the street, getting myself out of bed on my own and driving myself to work every day. My wedding rings still fit and I can still wear some non-maternity clothes. I haven’t been sick, I haven’t felt gross, in fact I’ve felt pretty darn amazing this whole time. I sleep using only one pillow, for my head, and I sleep very well (almost too well becMy weight gain has been great, my tests have come back normal, my midwife is happy with my progress and I’ve only gone to see her once a month (next visit is in two weeks, but that should be the last one!). Overall, nothing to complain about.

Some more lucky stuff:

  • Total weight gain: 31 pounds. Three weeks to go. I totally got this.
  • Cravings: Still sweet things. Every day for lunch I eat a spinach salad (I crave those a little bit now!) but I’ve started to add a couple chocolate chip cookies to my lunch, too. Since I haven’t been eating my daily dose of Dove dark chocolates, I have to get my chocolate fix somehow. I only had one snickers blizzard this week! Major accomplishment in my self-control there.
  • Coolest symptom: This week I suddenly realized I’m having contractions (probably Braxton-Hicks, but whatever). On Tuesday I was driving in to work and noticed what I still think is baby’s head rotating a bit – it’s very low. Then my whole belly got super duper hard. I noticed it happening all day Tuesday and each day since. They don’t hurt at all, I barely notice them. I told the midwife at Tuesday’s appointment – I actually had one while we were talking. She touched my belly and said, “Yep, that’s a contraction.” Of course I didn’t have the sense to ask if she thought they were Braxton-Hicks or not, but sometimes they are accompanied by the “cervix pinches” I mentioned last week. Only thing to do is wait and see I suppose!
  • Lamest symptom: I fight the waddle so hard right now. Other than that, I’m not noticing anything in particular that is too lame this week.
  • Exercise this week (the goal is 210 minutes 180 minutes): 60 minutes of water aerobics, 120 of yoga. Just barely made it! I’m going to start doing water aerobics twice a week next week. I’d like to think that will increase my exercise time but we’ll see…

Here’s what’s new with Baby2, courtesy babycenter.com:

Your baby is now considered full term, even though your due date is three weeks away. If you go into labor now, your baby’s lungs will likely be mature enough to fully adjust to life outside the womb. (Some babies need a bit more time, though. So if you’re planning to have a repeat c-section, for example, your practitioner will schedule it for no earlier than 39 weeks unless there’s a medical reason to intervene earlier.) Your baby weighs 6 1/3 pounds and measures a bit over 19 inches, head to heel (like a stalk of Swiss chard). Many babies have a full head of hair at birth, with locks from 1/2 inch to 1 1/2 inches long. But don’t be surprised if your baby’s hair isn’t the same color as yours. Dark-haired couples are sometimes thrown for a loop when their children come out as blonds or redheads, and fair-haired couples have been surprised by an Elvis look-alike. And then, of course, some babies sport only peach fuzz.

Friday Update: Week 36

Uploaded from the Photobucket iPhone AppThey say baby is about 18-1/2 inches long this week – the width of the lid on my washing machine!

This week we’ve really been cleaning up on the to-do list and I’m starting to feel ready. I’ve crossed a whole bunch of items off my to-do list (which I’ll post tomorrow). The nursery is all finished, although my mind is still obsessing over ways to improve my giant mobile (I’m sure some things will happen to it with it in the next couple weeks. I can’t let this stuff go!).

We have acquired all the essential baby gear: the car seat and a Moby wrap carrier from my transportation gear post, a breast pump and pillow from my feeding gear post and a crib, dresser, play mat and some blankets from my home gear post.

We’ve taken our waterbirth class, taken a tour of the hospital birth center (enlightening! The recovery rooms are so much bigger than they were nine years ago!), I’ve read seven books about birth and I’ve written down a bunch of birth plan thoughts that Mr. Handsome and I will go over this weekend. We’ve talked about it on and off but it’s time to really get down to business about it!

Despite all this work that has been done and as ready things seem, every time I look at the calendar and realize how close we are I am both excited and freaked out at the same time. I’m pretty sure Mr. Handsome feels the same way. When I remind him how many weeks are left he just kind of repeats the number I quoted and gets quiet. It’s just like, whoa! We’re super close to being a family of four instead of three! Three is all we’ve known for nine whole years!

Still super excited more than freaked out, though. I’ve started to think about upcoming events with this new little one in mind. We’ll have a little bundle in tow everywhere we go! So awesome to think about!

Other awesomeness of the week:

  • Total weight gain: 30 pounds. An unfortunate combination of not meeting my exercise goals (for several weeks in a row), relaxing my diet (damn you Snickers Blizzards!) and Baby2’s own half-pound-per-week gain is wreaking havoc on my pound-a-week goal! The pregnant part of my brain is totally okay with this but the non-pregnant part is a little in shock when the number comes up on the scale.
  • Cravings: A whole bunch of sweet stuff that I’m trying not to pay attention to. I’ve been sticking to my daily salad but ice cream is just so fantasically amazing. It’s not fair that there are so many forms of chocolate in the world.
  • Coolest symptom: She’s moving around super low and I can feel her push against my cervix, especially when I’m walking around. I remember these senstations becoming more and more frequent leading up to the day Kiddo1 was born. Although this “pinching” of my cervix is slightly uncomfortable, it makes me feel like things are starting to happen. I can’t get too ahead of myself though! She hasn’t dropped or anything, though. Her kicks still push up my boobs when I’m sitting!
  • Lamest symptom: A byproduct of the super low movement is that I have to pee all the time. ALL the time. At work, I swear I’m in the bathroom 20 times a day at least. At night I’m up three or four times at least. I am trying to stay extra hydrated lately so I’m sure that doesn’t help but STILL. It’s a lot of bathroom time.
  • Exercise this week (the goal is 210 minutes 180 minutes): I’m dropping the goal down a bit since I suppose I should be taking it easy — no, that’s just a excuse to drop my goal because I haven’t made it the last four or five weeks so might as well right?! This week I did pretty well but mostly because we were out and about around town most of Sunday. I’m going to count 60 minutes of walking for that (even though we did way more, but it was intermittent). Plus 60 minutes of water aerobics and 75 of yoga means I made the goal this week with 195 minutes!

Here’s what’s new with Baby2, courtesy babycenter.com:

Your baby is still packing on the pounds – at the rate of about an ounce a day. He or she now weighs almost 6 pounds (like a crenshaw melon) and is more than 18 1/2 inches long. Your baby is shedding most of the downy hair that covered his or her body, as well as the vernix caseosa – a waxy substance that protects the skin during its nine-month bath in amniotic fluid. Your baby swallows these substances, along with other secretions, and they form a tar-like black substance called meconium which your baby passes in his or her first bowel movements. At the end of this week, your baby will be considered full term. (Full term is 37 to 42 weeks; babies born before 37 weeks are preterm and those born after 42 are post term.) Most likely he or she is in a head-down position. But if not, your practitioner may suggest scheduling an external cephalic version. (This is a fancy way of saying that your caregiver will try to coax your baby into a head-down position by manipulating him or her from the outside of your belly.)