Sometimes we get so caught up in the every day that we forget to slow down and take in every ounce of life and the goodness that surrounds us. I’m guilty of this, especially as of late. I have been so consumed trying to tie up loose ends with work that I have forgotten to take time for myself. To take time to just relax and enjoy the final days of my pregnancy.

Last Thursday was just like any ordinary day. I climbed out of bed prior to 6AM. Stumbled to the bathroom to do my makeup and hair before climbing into my yoga pants and maternity shirt, fumbling down the stairs to start making coffee and cleaning the house for the first of many times that day. I’m in the full on nesting stage there is no denying that.

By 7AM the house had been cleaned, the children were dressed and fed, and the countdown was on until we had to leave to take my daughter to catch her school bus. I had a fury of visions dancing in my head of things I had planned to accomplish once my daughter was on her way to school. Little did I know life had other plans for me.

Shortly before we were to leave for the bus stop, I had headed upstairs to chat with my daughter about a scuffle my son and her had gotten in. On my way back downstairs I lost my footing and fell down the flight of stairs. Hitting my back and side on the way down. It wasn’t exactly the most ideal way to start the day. Even worse when you are 39 weeks pregnant. At first I didn’t know how to react, and then I just began to sob. The shock of the situation had begun to set in. As had the pain.

I spent the remainder of the morning in the obstetric triage at the hospital with my midwife for fetal monitoring and assessment. The baby responded well to the assessment. I may have been in a lot of pain, but that fact that the baby was a-OK was what matter most.

I was released from the hospital with strict orders to stay off my feet for the remainder of the day. Good thing my husband had rushed home from work to ensure that I did. Heaven knows – I suck at resting and taking time for myself.

39 weeks pregnant. I swear my baby bump is shrinking....
39 weeks pregnant. I swear my baby bump is shrinking….

After spending the day in bed and resting, I had the revelation that I have been so consumed in pleasing everyone else lately that I haven’t been taking the time I needed to focus on myself.

39 weeks pregnant
39 weeks pregnant

So this week that is what I am doing…

In 6 days (give or take), I will be holding a newborn in my arms. Inspecting every inch of her body. Holding her tiny little hands. Falling absolutely in love with the little girl that took 18 months to conceive and 9 months to bake.

Life is about to change a lot, as my little family makes the shift from a family of 4 to a family of 5. ย This week is about enjoying time with my husband and kids, and taking time for myself. Resting, sleeping, watching trashy TV… Whatever my heart desires!

If you happen to find the blog a little bit quiet in the days to come, you know why!

5 Comments on The Big Picture | 39 Week Pregnancy Update

  1. Marianne
    March 3, 2014 at 8:11 pm (4 years ago)

    Oh I’m excited. Will be watching closely. I am 38 and a couple days myself with number 3, gender unknown and names not picked.

    • Nicole
      March 5, 2014 at 11:32 am (4 years ago)

      Awe – I’m so excited for you! Wishing you all the best in the coming days or weeks with the delivery of your little bundle!

      ~ Nicole

  2. Bewildered Bug
    March 4, 2014 at 1:27 pm (4 years ago)

    Thank God you’re okay – when I heard this I started praying lady – can’t wait to see your new little bundle of joy ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Nicole
      March 5, 2014 at 11:33 am (4 years ago)

      Awe – thanks for thinking of me! It was definitely a very scary morning that day. I’m so glad that everything wound up being a-OK. My ass, legs and arms could beg to differ! ๐Ÿ˜‰ However, the bruising aside I cannot wait to meet my little bundle in the coming days! ๐Ÿ™‚

      ~ Nicole


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