Did you know that a human gestation is actually 10 months?
There are 40 weeks in a pregnancy. And since there are 4 weeks in a month, 40/4 = 10.
Currently, I'm 36 weeks pregnant, or 9 months.
With the exception of my edema, I've been doing really well. Infact, up until a month ago, I was taking the kids to the park everyday, carrying children around on my shoulders, grocery shopping, skipping, jumping and shaving my legs.
I have slowed down considerably in the past couple of weeks because taking care of three toddlers, all by myself, was damn-near impossible. And shaving? Forget about it. Although there's really not a whole lot to shave, considering my legs are swelling up faster then the hair is growing. I suspect that following the birth and administration of a diuretic, I'll resemble a chia pet.
As I've grown larger and less capable of doing everyday things, the reality of this new baby is starting to hit. And well, I'm not entirely ready. Ten months may seem like a long time to get yourself physically and mentally prepared for a new addition - but it's not.
Why, it seems like just yesterday I was looking at the two little lines on a pregnancy test and thinking "This thing has to be broken."
With the birth imminent - I've been pondering how I am going to deliver this baby. When I met with my doctor a few months ago, I was told that a VBAC was an option ... provided I went in to labor on my own. If I ran past my due date, they would not induce me, because the risk of uterine rupture following a c-section is too great. If, however, I wanted to have a c-section, they would schedule it a week before I am due.
In the past couple days, I've been contacted by a few of my girlfriends who have been there/done that and told me that I might really, really want to reconsider having a VBAC. One of my friends told me that four years after she delivered her almost 10-pound son vaginally, she still wets her pants every time she sneezes.
Talk about the gift that keeps on giving.
When you add that bonus on to the hemorroids ... and the tearing ... and the numbness ... and the potential of a uterine rupture, internal bleeding and death ... and the two additional weeks of medical leave that you get with a c-section, I'm wondering why in the world would I want to try and squeeze a baby out??!!
I can't come up with any good reasons, except that I will have an extra week to get ready. If I do opt for a c-section, that only gives me 20 days ... from now ... to finish our hardwood floor installation, paint our bathroom, move all of the furniture back in to the house, hang up our pictures, pick out a name, buy a carseat - swing - bouncy chair - and clothes, transition our triplets in to "big" beds and potty train everyone.
Maybe it's a pipe dream, but I'm thinking I could do all of those things in 27 days.
I'm not so sure about 20...