Baby Arlo, Pregnancy

Baby Arlo update – 30 weeks

I just realized that I haven’t given a Baby Arlo update in a few weeks.

Last week I was having some weird pains. Last Sunday morning (1/11) I woke up with two very painful contractions/cramps, like I had to ball up and not breathe for about 10-15 seconds. I had another one on Monday morning. Later in the week I was having some different kind of pains and after checking with Dr Google on the internets, determined I was having Braxton-Hicks contractions.

I talked to my doctor last Thursday (1/15) and she said not to classify them as Braxton-Hicks or real contractions or whatever; she considers everything to be “uterine activity” and it is my body’s way of saying to take it easy. I was worried about calling her because I didn’t want her to tell me I couldn’t go on my work trip but after letting her know that I would be spending the week in a conference room (and not walking around Disney, etc) she was fine with me going. She wasn’t real happy when I said I wondered if my ones from Sunday were from shoveling the day before. I think she was about to crawl through the phone and kick my ass, and then go find Rick and kick his ass too, for letting me shovel.

Anyway, she offered to check me on Friday to make sure there wasn’t anything happening but she ended up not coming to work that day because the pipes froze in her house. I was a good traveler and didn’t carry Mallory through the airport and didn’t lift any bags so so far things have calmed down. I am still having a few Braxton-Hicks contractions uterine activity but nothing as bad as last week.

My next appointment is Monday (hard to believe it’s already time for every-two-week appointments) and I’m anxious to see if the baby is back to head down. I’ve been feeling kicks back in the same spot I was a few weeks when the baby was head down (don’t forget I thought I was getting a bruise on the inside of my uterus from the kicking).

I told Rick yesterday that I’d be a lot less uncomfortable if this baby wasn’t trying to shove a foot out the side of my stomach.

Notice that I said I’d be a lot less UNcomfortable, not that I would be comfortable. There is a big huge fat difference.

I really can’t get over how much this kid is moving in my stomach. I remember Mallory moving a lot but I don’t remember if I had 9+ weeks to go when she was moving this much. Nine weeks is a long time.