Baby H: Week 35

We are officially to the point of weekly doctor’s appointments and the one this past week checked out just perfectly. My belly has been measuring exactly on for a long time, which just blows my mind that it’s that predictable. I know variations of a week or so are still normal but every week she tells me, “fundus height is 34(or whatever it might be), which is exactly what week you are”. Baby boy is officially head down which she pointed out by identifying his little booty poking out by my ribs. His heartbeat is consistent around 140 and he’s growing like crazy in there.

On Sunday night we attended our last wedding as just a couple before our little man arrives. It’s crazy to think about these types of things, the types of events and parties and celebrations that will involve three of us instead of just two from now on. We have a wedding at the end of October and our little man will be sure to attend.

The wedding however, wasn’t totally a positive event though and actually turned into quite the scary event. The massive flooding CO had last summer had destroyed part of the main highway we had to take to get there which means a section of the road was basically down to the dirt, super slow speed limits and really bumpy conditions. On the way there my belly started feeling a little funny in these few miles but on the way back funny turned into a belly that was solid as a rock and super painful. Welcome to my first experience with contractions.

The rest of the drive was spent feeling pretty miserable. I couldn't get comfortable in the seat. I had intense pain in my low back that wouldn’t let up even once my belly was soft again. Every bump in the road made my entire torso hurt and between the start and once we were finally home I ended up having what I believe were three other contractions. We got home, I chugged some water and laid down and thankfully that was the end of the ordeal. It’s definitely something I’m going to bring up at my appointment this week because it was definitely worrisome. 

Otherwise the rest of the week was uneventful. A few days of feeling absolutely great with rolls of arms and legs in my belly. A few days of being super uncomfortable as this little boy decided to play diving board with my ribs. The diaper bag is officially packed for the hospital, now if only I could make myself pack my bag and we’d be all set. We have contacted a photographer and scheduled our maternity pictures, which I’m so looking forward to. I can’t believe that we essentially have a month left! For some reason thinking about it in terms of having 5 more weeks seems so much longer than thinking 30 some odd days. We sure can’t wait to meet this little boy who’s already stolen so much of our hearts.