I’m unfortunately writing this update from urgent care. we’re seconds away from 39 weeks pregnant and I consider myself insanely lucky to have had no complications, until now. the biggest surprise: it’s a toothache! an excruciatingly painful toothache. one that came on suddenly and grew worse quickly, until I couldn’t even sleep through the pain. hence why we’re at urgent care. waiting 1.5 hours nonetheless. thankfully the husband is waiting by my side + has promised me a starbucks venti iced decaf americano once we’re done. the hardest reality is not the pain (although severe), it’s how the infection in my tooth could negatively affect our still-growing little one. that’s what scares me the most. what makes waiting over an hour in a hospital waiting room seem like nothing. just make sure our baby is safe.
39 weeks pregnant.
alongside my toothache, I’ve hit the not-so-glamorous, exhausting, swollen stage of pregnancy. I’m determined to be as positive as possible until our little one decides to make his arrival, but it’s becoming a struggle. I’m working up until labor starts and making myself look presentable each morning has become a real adventure. thanks to the unavoidable swelling (in my face + feet), the small selection of clothes I still fit into, and the bags under my eyes. (I’m now waking up every two hours through the night, which I can only assume is due to discomfort +my body preparing me for the little sleep that is to come).
it’s beyond surreal knowing you’re growing a human. the pressure + worry you put on yourself to make all the right decisions is insurmountable. everything you eat, drink, breathe, do doesn’t only effect you anymore but your tiny human. it’s impossible to separate that in your mind. to not worry. (I know our worrying for this child has only just begun). I just want to know I’m doing my best + all that I can for this child that already depends so much on me.
now for that coffee …