142 lbs. And still pregnant. I had a midwife's appointment on Friday. They asked if I wanted to be checked, and I said yes. Normally I don't want to know how far dilated or effaced I am. I prefer just to go with how I'm feeling as an indicator. But with the GBS and knowing I need to be there a few hours early, I wanted to know if I was starting from 0 or had made a little progress already. The midwife said I was 2 cm and soft, and the baby was low but still could come down a little. She didn't think it would be this weekend, and now that it's Saturday night, that prediction seems ever more likely. My next appointment with them is on Monday, January 10, the day before my due date, per their estimation (which puts me at 39 weeks on Tuesday). Oliver was 39 weeks based on his EDD by first trimester ultrasound, and if this one comes at the same gestational age, she would be born on my younger sister's birthday. Perhaps that's what she's waiting for.
I am a little bigger, a little rounder, a little more uncomfortable, and ever more ready for her to be here. My parents visited last Tuesday until Thursday, at which point they drove home and my mom came back on Friday to stay the weekend while Wes works overnights, just in case. I took advantage of the extra kitchen help (and, for my father, toddler-wrangling help) to do a LOT of cooking. Before Oliver was born, I made two lasagnas that we froze and ate later. This time, I went BIG. Wes and I bought a chest freezer for the garage, and I am doing my utmost to fill it. Currently there: two sausage lasagnas, two spinach lasagnas, two batches of white chicken chili, two batches of beef chili, one batch of chicken tortilla soup (the other in the refrigerator for us to eat this weekend), one black bean vegetable bake (the other in the refrigerator for later this week), and half a dozen cornbread muffins. Tomorrow ia posole day, with two batches to be frozen. That's a lot of food, people. But I think it will make a big difference in how healthy we eat over the course of this semester. I am very thankful to have had mom here to help me dice probably 16 onions, mince garlic, and chop peppers. We had the chicken tortilla soup for dinner tonight, and while I think it could use some more spice, it was pretty good (and Ollie ate and loved it, which is always a bonus). Oh, and we also made pumpkin bread today, which yielded three medium loaves, two of which have also been frozen. The chest freezer, in addition to housing these items, will likely get some frozen rolls, perhaps some pizzas, and eventually (I hope) lots of bags of breast milk.
Other than that, nothing else seems to be cooking. I keep hoping each day that I am nearing her arrival (and of course, that's always true, though not as imminently as I'd hoped). I made a lunch date with two classmates for Tuesday, and my first official class of the semester is a week from Thursday, January 12, so I do sincerely hope it's not too much longer. The good news is that her delay -- if it's even fair to call it that -- has allowed me to do all the errands, stocking up, cooking ahead, and cleaning that I could possibly do (or that is reasonable I guess, as I could always do more). Ollie has had time and attention at home. Even Lucy got a short walk today. And tonight, Wes works his last shift for the next three weeks. Seems as good a time as any, doesn't it?
Here's hoping my next Weigh In is a post-partum one!
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