My 35th birthday was on January 5 and the best gift was not going into labor; I was worried Mae would have to share her birthday with her mom, but we're safely past that threat. The second best gift was our friend Bobby coming over to take some beautiful photos, including the one I'm sharing here. Otherwise it was not the best birthday on record. I spent several hours the night before and that morning talking to my midwives and other medical professionals, trying to decide if I needed to go to the emergency room to have an ultrasound for a blood clot after significant calf pain in my left leg the night before. Since the pain went away after elevating my leg, taking liquid calcium/magnesium, and sleeping, they decided I was in the clear. Mae hangs out exclusively on my left side so it's no surprise that leg is in more pain than the right, but I certainly don't want to take any risks with my health or hers. Then, that night we drove an hour to Healdsburg with some friends so I could fulfill a bizarre but persistent vision I had of doing karaoke at nine months pregnant, but the karaoke host was a complete jerk and I left in tears. I did get some sweet gifts and a surprise flower delivery from my parents, plus a flood of calls and texts, so I certainly felt loved. Hormonal and weepy and loved.
It's strange to exist in this limbo state where I could go into labor at any moment. I tend to get up late, be productive for a few hours, and then spend the rest of the day on the couch. This certainly doesn't help my restless legs at night, but I'm unable to get much exercise since walking is quite painful due to worsening pubic symphysis dysfunction. I wish I could say I was using the downtime to meditate and practice deep breathing techniques so that I'm fully prepared to labor... but mostly I'm just watching Netflix. I am also cooking a lot, including for my friend who delivered at 37 weeks! She was due a week after me and it's still so strange to me that she has her baby and I'm still pregnant, but it was awesome to meet her daughter and get to talk to her about her labor and first week of being a new mom. It's surreal to think that soon, that will be me.