Sunday, July 3, 2011

Baby Dropping

Last Tuesday, the morning of my shower, I think my baby dropped. Not to be confused with dropping my baby, Britney Spears-style. Just one of the many symptoms that is making her "real" (and inspiring grinding wheel thought sessions at 3:24 a.m.).

After I walked the dogs, I noticed pressure in my pelvis (Miss S dropping sign one). I took a deep breath (Miss S dropping sign two), looked in the mirror and was surprised to see a belly slope where a shelf used to be (Miss S dropping sign three). I turned to ask Will what he thought and felt a twinge in my lower back (Miss S dropping sign four). And then I went to my shower and everybody commented that my belly looked lower.

Other symptoms that have cropped up in the last week or so?
  • Bigger feet. Shoes that I wore at the HOW conference last weekend no longer fit comfortably.
  • Hiccups. Hers, not mine. She gets them in the morning, when my alarm goes off. During vacation this week, when I don't use an alarm, it will be interesting to see if I still feel her little jumps at 4:45 or 5:45.
  • Lots of movement. Again, hers, not mine. Though her head is in proper position, deep in my pelvis, her back, butt and legs just won't quit. Lots of poking and prodding happening. From the inside.
  • Crying. For now, mine, not hers. I cried a lot in the beginning, and then I was fine, and now, I am just an emotional wreck. Erin, from the cloth diaper store, asked if I was ready. I started crying.
  • Slight incontinence. Basically, "PLEASE. DON'T. MAKE. ME. LAUGH."
  • Waddling. The back pain I experienced following "the drop" put me into a real hobble. I'm better now but don't have high hopes for the next six weeks.
  • Veins. The inside of my calves and across my mid thigh are patterned by a network of teeny tiny little spider veins. They don't protrude, but they're there.
  • Decision-making paralysis. Like the crying, it was something I experienced at the beginning, took a break, and is now back. Great timing as we try to finish up the baby's room.
That's all I can think of for now, but as August 10 approaches, I'll be sure to check in and add to the list. My friend Jen told me about online services that will turn your blog into a book, so to ease my "I didn't journal" guilt, I've decided to use the blog as my journal. That means more details. Goody.