Hello, Day! You are one I have never seen in pregnancy before. 4 days into my 39th week. I am not happy to meet you and wish we never had the pleasure of this encounter. Sorry.
It’s snowing, again. I’m going to try to haul the kids to the grocery store to get some essentials before the driveway is impassable again. Jason can’t clear the drive until he comes home this evening. I might also try to drag us all to the chiropractor to see if he can help get the baby in a good position to come out. Worth a shot, yes?
I’ve been taking evening primrose oil several times a day. It’s supposed to help ripen the cervix. Again, worth a shot.
We turned Asher’s carseat forward yesterday for the first time, and he was all smiles. He was positively giddy with the new arrangement, saying things like “Isn’t this so fun?” and “I can see out Mommy’s window!” Totally adorable. He’s 37 pounds, so less than the 40 lb. rear facing limit on his newer Radian 65. But we needed to install the baby’s Radian, and if we install both boys rear facing in the middle buckets, the girls can’t get by to their seats in the back. I could have installed one rear facing in the middle row and one rear facing in the back, but with four kids in carseats, I knew it was unrealistic for me to crawl into the backest of back seats (in addition to securing the newborn) every time we go anywhere. We figure we can still rear face Asher for longer trips, because it is the safest choice.
So another thing checked off the list: carseat installed.
I’m just hoping everything’s alright. I know that every baby is different, but I can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong – that I calculated the due date wrong (I’ve been over my notes and dates a dozen times in the past week, and I’m not wrong), that the baby isn’t okay (he’s still wriggling around, don’t worry), that I’m not okay (physically, I’m miserable, but mostly fine). I’m chalking it up to late late pregnancy misery, and trying to shake it off. I know my due date isn’t until Thursday, but due dates don’t really mean anything, and my typical pregnancy is shorter. So my mind goes nuts when things don’t go in a way that’s even remotely close to formulaic or predictable.
Oh, a new pregnancy joy occurred last night: PUPPP. I have it all over my thighs. I’m not sure I’ve ever had a rash of any kind before, much less during pregnancy, and it’s itchy and miserable. I can’t confirm that it’s PUPPP yet, but I suspect it. I will be calling my midwife about it today. It’s weird that it’s not on my belly, only my thighs. It’s also weird that I’ve never had it before (it’s more common in a first pregnancy). Weird or not, it’s nooooooooo fun.