The Full Life
Big Tum comin down the track...chugga chugga chugga.
(^Conley inside joke song that I want to remember.)
Yesterday, we had our 38 week appointment. Mom is mostly just done being pregnant this time around. I've absolutely loved it, but I'm just so anxious about meeting our babe that it's got me frazzled. A non-negative frazzle. But a frazzle for sure. Whatever that is. I can't wait to swoop my little Rainbow Baby up into my arms and cherish their little life from the comfort of my arms. Oh my heart! I've been dreaming about meeting them nearly every night for the past week and I know it won't stop until they're resting on my chest.
Our baby has been THE most insanely active child maybe that's ever existed in a womb. If there's a moment where they're NOT kicking some part of me or flipping circles or doing the wave, it is quite the rare occasion. And I love it. Except when it hurts. This babe likes to stretch out as far horizontally as possible across my stomach and stay there for hours. I'm constantly having to massage their little body parts back into the center of my belly and though it hurts, I still think it's funny and cute. But my tummy is sure getting stretched to its limits. I really don't think there's any skin left for it to stretch into. This little Conley Beebee is sitting much differently than Amelia - low and out. And what I learned yesterday that gave us a clue as to why this child is so active: baby is in a posterior position. That means that the baby's back is against my back and their hands and feet and face are against my belly. This is often referred to as "sunny side up," and it's not the ideal delivery position. So we're going to spend the next however many days until Beebee comes, trying to flip them over!
Also, I've had pregnancy induced anemia for the past several weeks and yesterday, my lab work came back and it turns out, I'm still anemic - ever so slightly, but still not within the proper range. So, I'll continue back onto my iron supplement (which is so disgusting and gives me a headache!) and pray that my levels rise before the baby comes. Other than that, our tiny blessing is doing great and I'm measuring perfectly. Their heart rate is in the 140s and my uterus is 37 inches. We have weekly appointments now, so I'll be seeing my midwife again on Tuesday if the babe hasn't come by then! Oh and another praise: I'm GBS negative, which - if you don't know what that means - is great news! No antibiotics for me during labor!
Amelia was helping the midwife measure Daddy's uterus too...sixteen she said! Haha! She understands the visible difference between a girl and a boy, but the uterus, well, we just haven't gotten that far yet!
After a long day, Millie was especially tired. She slept hard but woke up a grumpy-poo. So she frowned and cuddled the baby until her sweetness reestsblished itself 20 minutes later. Even when she's grumpy, she's still just so stinkin precious!!
And finally, last night, Adam and I were so completely blessed by our dear friends who offered to watch Amelia for the evening so we could have some time for just us. We dropped her off at Miss Katie's house and there she played for three hours while Mama and Dada enjoyed a date night in our sweats at home alone (thank you for the millionth time, Katie!!). We prepared supper together and then spent the rest of the night across from each other at the dinner table, talking about life, and love, and mostly the Lord. It was the perfect time for us to reconnect without any (adorable) interruptions, and though we cherish all our time with our girl, it sure was good for our marriage. We still feel like newlyweds and praise God for his constant guidance, protection, provision, and favor over our marriage in the past five and a half years. I sure love you, Adam. You've made it so easy for me to trust you, respect you, honor you, and serve you. And it's because of your obedience and faithfulness to Christ that makes it so.
