39 weeks

Week 39's imagery

Baby: Your baby is about 21.5 inches long from head to toe and weighs a little more than 7 pounds. Toenails and fingernails have grown to tips of toes and fingers. Muscles of your baby’s arms and legs are strong [That’s probably the understatement of the century. Had I not found a position that keeps her from kicking less (though still moving frequently) I guarantee some of those bruised ribs would be broken] and he’s practicing lung movements. Baby’s head has dropped into the mother’s pelvis if he’s head-down, which allows you to breathe a little easier [I’d rather have the difficulty breathing than the excruciating pelvic pain].

Mom-to-be: You’re probably feeling quite large and uncomfortable. Your uterus has filled your pelvis and most of your abdomen, pushing everything else out of the way. Your center of gravity has shifted, so you may be clumsier than usual [for sure…luckily it’s only gotten bad in these past few days and I only have to leave my apartment for doctor’s appointments].

Tip of the Week: Watch for signs of labor, but don’t get too obsessed [a pointless endeavor because, like Adam, Tatum won’t come until she’s induced– I know my body]. It could happen soon or still be weeks away. Some differences between false labor and contractions: False labor pains usually concentrate in the lower abdomen and groin, while true labor pains may start in the lower back and may spread through the entire abdomen [Because I never had any contractions with Adam until they induced me I had several ‘false alarms’ with Tatum, luckily those contractions were caused by stress  and not a sign of premature labor]. Real labor also becomes stronger and more powerful as time passes.

One week until Tatum arrives.  ❤

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,



About Cocktails With Hemingway

I'm blunt and opinionated. Virtually everything I say or do is a contradiction but I'm not a hypocrite. I never hesitate to speak my mind and never fail to leave an impression wherever I go. You love me, you hate me, but you'll never forget me.
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