What was possibly our last outing as a childless couple, Peter and I went to Peer Gynt last Saturday at the Guthrie. It was a great story, originally written by Ibsen and translated into a play by Robert Bly. The acting was great and it was fun to finally see the new building. It was also a great distraction from pregnancy.
OK, I cut my head off of this picture because suddenly, I just don't care what I look like and the photo reflects this attitude. Yesterday someone came to the door and I was wearing these same flannel pants and a non-maternity shirt that barely even began to cover my belly. It was very embarrassing. The baby officially engaged 2 days ago and now I have stretch marks. GRRRREAT. While "dropping" I had many braxton hicks contractions, some of them were even painful. I continued to have them during the night and they were strong enough to wake me up. I was hopeful that I was in labor, but after a warm bath and a few glasses of water they stopped. I was depressed for the next couple of days.
Today Peter and I went to my 37 week appt. with our midwife Lynn. There was good news and bad, first of all the good news, the baby is healthy and I am 1 cm dilated. The bad news, I gained 5 pounds in one week because of water retention. Yikes. I also found out that I am positive for group B strep which necessitates an IV of antibiotics during labor. Nothing major, but I'm still disappointed.
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