Today marks 39 weeks and still Remy stays inside all cozy and cuddly. I have been feeling different the past few days, with more than usual pelvic pressure over the cervix, wild variations in fatigue and energy levels, and a general view of the world as a place with too-small spaces, too-heavy items and generally harder to navigate than I ever remember it being before.
And clothing, my goodness nothing fits. All my big t-shirts that Gary donated or picked up from races where he officiated are now tight and are too short to cover the full belly, which hangs somewhat annoyingly out the bottom of most every top I own. The Remmer is so low that the elastic waist of my yoga pants scrunch, because pants aren’t really made to stay up on a belly bottom that is practically parallel to the ground.
Just like the soreness and fatigue during heavy triathlon training, this sort of discomfort is something I consider to be less than ideal but part of the process, temporary in nature, and therefore very managable. Unlike training for a triathlon, however, the target date is a bit more ambiguous than your typical race day. Imagine training for a triathlon that will occur some day within a 3-4 week period, but you don’t know exactly when and might get very short or zero notice that your race is suddenly NOW. Or not. Just imagine.
So we’re ready over here. At least two of us are– we seem to be waiting on the readiness of #3. Can’t be too long now. I hope.
Here’s how huge I am now:
How’s the swim training going in that pool?
I feel for you! I’ll be 38 weeks on Thursday…and feeling kind of like a house right about now
It’s crazy, the anticipation of it happening at anytime but not knowing when exactly that’s going to be. Your race analogy is funny because I was just telling my husband yesterday that I feel like I’m getting ready for a huge race that doesn’t have a date. Good luck and happy thoughts being sent your way!
You might not feel like it, but you really do look beautiful! I can’t wait for the post that says…. I AM HEADED TO THE HOSPITAL BECAUSE I AM IN LABOR! I check a hundred times a day just in case…….
I second Elizabeth’s comment! Or are you planning to get Remy swimming right away?
You like that pool, dontcha? Right next to the trainer, which makes it look like I’m doing float/ride bricks, but don’t be fooled. There’s no way I’m getting back on that tiny saddle until my pelvic area firms up and recovers from birth. And, no, there’s not a treadmill in the other corner of the porch. There’s a Total Gym sled doohickey.
In response to Laurie, I cannot WAIT until we can get the little guy in the water. Gary’s got his eyes peeled on a proposed skateboard park in downtown Durham that he’s having visions of little Remy zipping around on in a few years. Dear me. We don’t sound like the hyper-protective parenting types, do we? Just as well, because between Gary and myself, I’m the risk-averse and careful one. Think about that for a minute. I’m sure our little apple won’t fall far from the tree.
I keep expecting to see the–”I’m in labor” post too.
You look great!
I like your description that it is like having to train for a race that is at some unkown date or time in a 3-4 week period. Sounds so crazy and frustrating.
I am waiting too!!! You look great, Alicia – really, all baby…I love the little pool and the trainer next to it -!!!
Glad you are feeling ok at 39w – can’t wait to hear!
You look beautiful. He’ll be here in no time at all. Looking fwd to seeing the photos!
You look great! Funny, I wasn’t an athlete when I did it, so I never thought of it like training for a surprise race.. but really, it is.
By the way, my road rash hurts more than labor did. Even transition, I swear.
Hang in there.. enjoy that pool
All in due time!! Best of luck keeping busy over the next few days while he decides when he’d like to make his grand entrance. Best of luck!
Definitely, ALL BABY! Looking adorable.
How is it possible that you can look so athletic at 39 weeks pregnant? You really do look fabulous! Can’t wait to hear the news when Remy decides to make his way into the world.