38 weeks

This post is late, but not because I had the baby.  I'm still here, just running behind.

I had my 38 week appointment yesterday, and I left there pretty upset.  We waited for over an hour to see the doctor (which is nothing new, but always frustrating) and saw him for maybe 3 minutes.  I rotate seeing the different doctors in my group that deliver, and this was my first time seeing this one.  I was not impressed.  He asked if I wanted to be checked for progress, and even though I'm curious, I was so over it by that point, that I said I would just wait until next week.  So who knows what my body is doing?

I know one thing... I woke up today and something felt different.  I couldn't put my finger on it at first, but I now have a feeling that baby Bruce has flipped into a breech position.  I know it's rare for them to flip this late in the game, but it is possible.  Everything feels different today, and I'm feeling tons of movement low, rather than my normal high movements with feet in my side.  I've also had several kicks to the cervix today, which is totally uncomfortable and makes me jump.  The sucky part is that I have to wait 6 days to confirm my suspicions.  I have a hard time believing that he could/would flip at 38 weeks, but I know what I'm feeling and I would put money on it.  I guess if he flipped once he can flip back again, so now I just have to wait and see.

I'm exhausted.  I can sleep well (as far as I can tell) all night and still wake up exhausted and feel like I need a nap or two during the day.  I'm mentally exhausted.  I've set myself up for this by playing the "it could be any day" game even though I'm really not due for another 2 weeks and most first time moms go past 40 weeks.  I'm uncomfortable and want this baby on the outside, but then I get terrified by that thought.  I worry when I don't feel him move very much, and I feel like it will be better when he's out, but who am I kidding?  I'll worry just as much when he's here.  The worry will never stop.

We're going to a pumpkin patch on Saturday with some friends, which doesn't sound like a very good idea, but maybe getting out of the house and walking around will be good for my body and my mind.  Plus, it's one of my favorite fall activities and I wasn't sure we would get to do it this year, so I'm looking forward to it.  I'm sure I'll come home with swollen feet and ankles and a sore back, but hopefully it will be worth it.

The full moon is tomorrow night, and I've heard lots of stories about the full moon bringing on labor.  Just maybe...