The Under Appreciated Bladder
Sometime in the past 72 hours Abby dropped, and in so doing burrowed her head (if possible) deeper into my bladder. Walking and standing have become quite a task usually filled with sharp pains from my screaming bladder. I have started to resort to the pregnant “waddle” – and have just now realized that the waddle is not because of the big tummy but because of what is inside the tummy and where the insides are now residing. If any one organ gets the most stress and deserves the most support and recognition during pregnancy it is the under appreciated bladder.
Some other late pregnancy ailments, that just so happen to be related to my bladder, are my inability to sleep for longer than 30 minutes to (at most) one hour before jumping up and running to the restroom. This inability to get a few continuous hours of sleep has resulted in my drowsy state-of-mind during the day. This in turn causes the “Pregnant Brain” to go into action, or lack thereof. I can’t think right now what example to use it is just that bad.
At my check up last Friday morning I was informed that I am one centimeter dilated and fifty percent effaced. This sadly means very little as I could remain this way all the way up to the due date. It is exciting to think that the worst of my labor, the part where most of the dilating occurs, will now be shortened (or so I hope) because I am 1/10th the way there. At my next appointment on Thursday morning (if she doesn’t show up before then) I hope to hear that I have dilated and effaced even more [perhaps to four centimeters and seventy-five percent effaced]. This will mean that she is much closer (perhaps this weekend?) and that my water is very close to breaking – as the general time in which the placenta ruptures is around that measurement (so I’ve heard). The full moon is this Sunday so if old wives tales can be counted on perhaps this sunday?? *sigh*
Some other late pregnancy ailments, that just so happen to be related to my bladder, are my inability to sleep for longer than 30 minutes to (at most) one hour before jumping up and running to the restroom. This inability to get a few continuous hours of sleep has resulted in my drowsy state-of-mind during the day. This in turn causes the “Pregnant Brain” to go into action, or lack thereof. I can’t think right now what example to use it is just that bad.
At my check up last Friday morning I was informed that I am one centimeter dilated and fifty percent effaced. This sadly means very little as I could remain this way all the way up to the due date. It is exciting to think that the worst of my labor, the part where most of the dilating occurs, will now be shortened (or so I hope) because I am 1/10th the way there. At my next appointment on Thursday morning (if she doesn’t show up before then) I hope to hear that I have dilated and effaced even more [perhaps to four centimeters and seventy-five percent effaced]. This will mean that she is much closer (perhaps this weekend?) and that my water is very close to breaking – as the general time in which the placenta ruptures is around that measurement (so I’ve heard). The full moon is this Sunday so if old wives tales can be counted on perhaps this sunday?? *sigh*
posted by Ginger at
4:15 PM
2 Comments:
Hum things are beginning. I hope you are ready because Abby seems like she is. I want to change my guess. I am going to guess next Monday, July 17th.
LOL you can't keep changing your guess! That's cheating! Especially since this will be your third guess . . .
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