My adventures in a multilingual, multinational marriage.

Monday, March 25, 2013

The Final Descent


Just when I began to feel I would have to choose between eating and breathing, I woke up one morning to a pleasant surprise: my belly was a little lower than it had been. I looked down and it seemed a bit further away. I double checked in the mirror, but had to confirm with Cris before I was entirely convinced. My belly was definitely dropping. I took a deep breath and it felt easier than it had in weeks.

There are some definite advantages to my new body composition. In addition to no longer feeling like I’m going to suffocate, I can finish a normal sized meal, I've hardly had any heartburn and it’s much harder for Baby to get his/her foot wedged under my rib cage, though not impossible..

However, as with all the joys of parenthood, there are some drawbacks. The further baby gets from my rib cage, the further she/he gets into my pelvis. This is good. It means we’re getting closer to B-Day. But it hurts like a bitch. The weight of baby on my lower abdominal muscles and pelvic bone is like a constant workout. When I get up after sitting or lying down for awhile, I feel as if I’d been going hard on the thighmaster and bicycle crunches. Not that feeling you get right after you work out, but the one you get the next day after your body has had a chance to realize what you did to it.

Now that space is at a premium, Baby can’t move around as much. But head movements, however slight, are all up on my cervix. Years ago I had to have my cervix biopsied to double check some abnormal cells. This is a comparable feeling. When baby hits a nerve, it’s like a bolt of electricity running through my vag. It’s worst when I’m walking, which is something that I've been trying to do as much as possible because it helps prepare Baby and Momma for labor.

At this point, Baby’s arrival is just a matter of time. One way or another, he/she’s gotta come out within the next few weeks. So far, I’ve managed to keep my skin intact, but I’m starting to feel like my muscles are tearing apart. I’m really hoping for sooner rather than later, or at least before anything breaks. But if Baby still has important things to do before birth, I guess I’m willing to wait.v