We have now entered the realm of "porn star" with these boobs. It is official, they are huge. So huge you can't stop them, you can only hope to contain them.
And it's the containing that presented a problem recently. Being on the bed arrest, I can't exactly run out and pick up some new bras. And I wasn't willing to ante up the Victoria's Secret prices for a few I will wear for a couple of weeks. Not to mention the problem that sizing issues required me to actually visit a shopping establishment and try them on.
So at my doctor appointment today, I asked if I could have special permission to go to Target for this errand. The doctor told my as long as I went straight to that department and then straight to the checkout and home, it would be fine.
So Josh dropped me off at the door and I headed over to start looking for a suitable specimen. I found one, tried it on, too small. Found another, tried that one, too big. Settled on the size in the middle, juuuuust right.
But the entire time I was there, I was as skittish as an escaped convict. I kept thinking something would go wrong, that I was standing up too much, that I was bending down too much. I was furtively looking around, as if someone would jump out and scream, "Gotchya! You are so faking your bedrest. I knew you didn't really need to stay in bed."
So the whole experience was somewhat marred by fear. But that's OK. I was there and accomplished something and that's what counts.
My appointment today was rather fun. I had another doctor in the OB practice, as my regular doctor was out for the week. This doctor is pregnant and due to deliver next week, so that was kind of fun.
I gained three pounds this week. Yes, THREE. IN ONE WEEK. But the nurse assured me I might be retaining water and that next week I might lose some weight. Nice.
Then we did the internal, and she said everything seems fine and the baby is fully engaged and his head is in my pelvis. In fact, The Blob is lower than her baby, and it's set to come next week. I offered to trade with her if it would help.
So I am more convinced that ever that he's coming the day they take out the stitches, or within that 24-hour period afterward. I am sure Jan. 20 would be a lovely day to have a baby, outside of the fact it's Josh's company holiday party that night. And I really want to go. So who knows what will happen.
And in saving the best news for last, the doctor told me bedrest will effectively end at 34 weeks. She said she wouldn't want me to go to an exercise class, but they don't care what my weak-ass cervix does at that point and I can start to have my life back. She said I will need to still take it easy most of the time and be cognizant that I could have a 34-weeker, who might need to spend a little time in the NICU if there was a problem.
So I am not planning to go crazy or anything, but I will probably do some nursery organizing and some shopping and go out to dinner a lot. This long, sordid ordeal finally has an end in sight!