Week 40: Wait-y Katy

Now that I have officially driven away 40% of my audience by offending them with my disdain for the, "how are you feeling" question, and another 50% with the TMI truths about pregnancy from last week, those of you who are left (my Mom, Patrick, Pat Tefft...) have made it to D-day! That's right folks, 40 weeks later, we have hit the due date. Now what every annoying person I encounter needs to remember is that due dates are not an exact science. I am NOT late. I read that over half of all pregnancies go past their due date and there is a standard deviation of 8-9 days surrounding due dates. 10% of pregnancies go past 42 weeks!!! RELAX everyone. You think you're excited? Imagine Matt and I. If you see me at work, I have not had a baby yet and I am not in labor. If you have not received a text, call, or FB update, either nothing has happened or you are a random blog stalker and probably won't be receiving the news anyway.

Now, Week 40. Babies at 40 weeks average about 7.5 lbs, a small pumpkin. Happy October!

We went to the doctor Monday (just under 40 weeks) and I was measuring around 41 weeks. The doctor sort of smirked and said "How big do you think this baby is?" clearly insinuating it might be on the bigger side of 'normal.' She threw out maybe around 8 lbs though, which didn't scare me yet. Everyone loves a fat baby. But if this drags out another week or so and the ounces keep accumulating, things could get uncomfortable. Hey, the bigger the baby, the greater the instant weight loss right!?!

Monday, the doctor also 'stripped my membranes.'  I will not go into details in an attempt to preserve the small readership I have left but feel free to google if you're curious (or ask Matt, as he enjoys sharing the details of this procedure to make people grossed out and uncomfortable). Like a lot of Wive's Tales, people swear that this makes labor happen within 24-48 hours but others report needing to be induced as much as 2 weeks after it happens. I say, let nature take its course. My 48 hours have expired.

The Old Wive's Tales make me laugh. Let's get serious, if I go into labor later today, eating an apple, eating a nectarine, G2 purple Gatorade, and sitting, staring at a computer for 8 hours all cause labor!!! I'm convinced its all coincidence although I don't think it hurts to work some of the tricks into my day if feasible. Matt and I ate Buffalo Wild Wings Monday night and I went with a spicier selection than usual (Thai Curry, Jammin' Jalapeno and Spicy Garlic - delish). At the gas station I got a raspberry leaf tea but Matt later pointed out it was black leaf tea flavored with raspberry.... whatever. I even ate eggplant parmesan which is a newer 'legend' I had heard (but after googling more, I learned its a recipe from 1 particular restaurant in Georgia that is supposed to do the trick - and biologically, its the basil and oregano, nothing else). This baby already has its Birthday picked out. Its fate. I have no desire to mess with said fate (like scheduling an induction) unless I absolutely have to. It'll be Baby Core's first big decision.

To thank my remaining readers for sticking through the good, the bad and the ugly blog posts, I have decided to post a picture. As I have said, I am not a belly picture kind of girl but I made Matt take one just in case I would want to look back someday. He took like 6, I hated and deleted them all, and I'm left with 2 to show (1 is acceptable bc my head is cut off). These pictures were from September 24, 38 weeks and 3 days (I am even bigger now).

Wasn't ready yet with a fake smile...

Zoomed - 38 weeks was the long leek

There you have it. I am pregnant. "Its low." "Its high." "Its HUGE." "You don't even look pregnant."

"Opinions are like..... and everybody's got one." - Salt-N-Pepa

My new educated guess is.... tomorrow! Baby gets its own Birthday if its tomorrow. Plus, I'm born on the 6th so 6 is a good number. AND Matt works overnight tonight and tomorrow night so odds are, being that it will be slightly inconvenient, I'll go into labor when Matt's at work. No Braxton Hicks, no other contractions, no pain, no signs though, so we will see what this pumpkin has in mind!

Gus is patiently waiting for his pumpkin too

P.S. - Someone just walked by my office and said "Still here, huh Katy?" No. No, I am not here moron. Of course I'm here! I'm sitting right here! You are looking at me!!! I am not LATE! I might be here for another WEEK!!!! WHY PEOPLE?!?!?

OMG another person. The copy lady (like stapler guy from Office Space I have mentioned, who accused me of not listing the date of Cinco de Mayo) just came to annoy me. AND she told me she'd be back to check tomorrow. Maybe I should inquire about working from home until I go into labor. I feel like a cartoon character whose ears are shooting out steam and whose head is about to blow off.

*Side note - I am not disgruntled! I am happy, and excited, and anxious for baby and friends/family are all on my good side! Its the randoms that are wearing on my squished nerves!! At work Monday, I counted 6 comments from 1 person in a 4 hour span (which doesn't include the other 39 people here)!!!