The 36 week mark is knocking on my door. Thursday. Henry’s impending arrival is the closest and farthest away anything has ever felt. Today that was solidified in my first “that woman” phone call to my OB’s nurse. Today was the first time that I felt something that seemed weird, that I hadn’t previously heard someone talk about, that I hadn’t been warned about, that I couldn’t sort out on my own. I started to have these stinging, almost electric shock type feelings, up in my lady parts. Turns out, probably specifically in my cervix. It would last for a second, but happen several times in a minute, and then nothing for an hour, and then more of the same. No pattern, no regularity, no increased intensity.
Do you have siblings? I have two brothers.
Sometimes when we were kids we fought. Sometimes when we were kids, we got along. Most of the time we fought. (Maybe a product of being a year apart from one another?) And sometimes we just tortured each other because that’s what siblings do. The cervix stinging? It reminded me of getting pinched by my brothers and holding out to yell or slap them until I couldn’t stand it anymore because I did not want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that it stung. Disclaimer: most of the time I was the pincher. Sorry, boys!
The nurse asked me a zillion questions all essentially boiling down to “No, everything else is normal. Henry is moving. All is good.” After consulting with the on-call doctor it was determined something extremely common was happening to me. Namely, Henry is about as low as possible without falling out. The little dude’s head is right on top of my cervix (sometimes this is called being engaged in the pelvis, I think) and when he moves, bounces on it, turns, it elicits that stinging feeling. The doctor was then quick to say that this could happen weeks, days, hours, or minutes before delivery so is in no way indicative of impending labor. Way to crush a girl’s soul, doc. Can’t I have that pipe dream?
Secret: my gut says that Henry will arrive before February 27th. I don’t think he’s going to be able to wait that long. Secret secret: I hope that the first secret is not just hinging upon some serious wishful thinking. I would like to think this is some kind of mother’s intuition. That’s a thing, right? RIGHT. Lie to me, people. Don’t you understand that at this point?
In other news. I have no baby things left to do. Tonight I washed the last load of baby cloth type things. Everything is organized and put away. Electronics are up and ready. I know what buttons to press to make the car seat and stroller work (at least right now, we’ll see how well “I know” this information when I’m exhausted). Allen asked me what I’m going to do with myself when there aren’t baby prep things to do anymore. I guess we’ll see tomorrow night. But I am thinking that it isn’t going to be pretty. Let’s hope I don’t go into a re-washing frenzy. Or maybe I could channel that energy into something more productive like… vacuuming or scrubbing the floor or a million things that actually could be done around the house that NEED to be done. Those things do not interest me, though. I think I have selective nesting.
One more day down. We are getting there.