32 Weeks Pregnant
Fetal development in week 32
In the latest womb reports, your amazing baby has now developed sensitivity to temperature!
Which means you’re likely to get a swift kick if you put a hot pad or bag of ice on your ginormous belly.
For the Elton John lovers out there - baby’s got blue eyes.
Actually, even if you're too young to know who Elton is, all babies have blue eyes at this point.
This could easily change after birth (or even between now and labor), but for the time being, blue it is.
Thanks to their recently matured lungs and a strengthening immune system, over 90% of babies born in their 32nd week survive!
So - go ahead and throw a mini-party right now because it’s pretty much a done deal - you've got a human-bean that's going to make it!
That's not to say you actually want your wee womb-squatter to pack their bags and move out now, because they'd still end up in the ICU for a good while, rather than in your arms at home.
Babies are best when fully baked!
And how's mom doing?
Choo choo... back on the same lame symptom train and the ride is ... well, let's just say you can count getting up to pee every 10 minutes as part of your daily exercise regime.
Also, when you're getting up for your millionth potty-break, watch out for lightheadedness and get up nice-n-slow during these last weeks as your blood tends to pool in the lower limbs, resulting in low cranial blood pressure.
If you haven't yet started facing the elephant in the room, it's time to bite the bullet and talk about labor and birth.
Let's be clear on one thing: your labor is your labor - it's not the doctor's, it's not your mother's, it's not even your partner's, so it's time to start taking steps to prepare yourself for one of the most intense experiences of your life.
In the next few weeks you need to resolve the following issues before labor kicks in
Who do I want around me while I labor? (People you trust).
What sort of pain management options do I want to use?
What sort of medical interventions do I want to avoid?
What sort of environment do I want to give birth in?
Your due date will be here before you know it, so don't start slacking now! It's not a good idea to be going in to labor unprepared and uncertain of what to expect as any lingering anxiety only serves to double the pain of contractions.
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The Sarcastic Journalist is a freelance writer and mother of two living near Houston, Texas. She has a degree in journalism and an addiction to magazines. Here, she recounts the 40 not-so-glowing but hilarious weeks of her pregnancy!
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Of all the nerve!
Your sciatic nerve is one really big nerve that goes from your butt down to your ankle. If you’re pregnant and feel a little nerve pain anywhere from your bottom all the way down your leg, congrats, that is your sciatic nerve going off.
For some reason I’ll never exactly understand, I decided to go to the mega-store IKEA while nearing the end of my second pregnancy. I was heavily pregnant, carrying a monster baby in my belly and decided to browse futons and twin beds along with the rest of my city.
By the time I left IKEA, I could not walk. To make a long story short, I would not walk “normally” again until three weeks after my baby was born. Basically, my child was laying in an odd position and was pressing on my nerve.
I tried everything: ice, heat, rubbing, stretching, laying on the opposite side. Nothing worked. It got to the point where I could not walk to the bathroom without wanting to collapse in tears.
The highlight of this experience would be heading to the local Target store to buy a few needed items. Normally, I’d stay in the car with my nerve pain, but I was bored and wanted out.
I made it about halfway through the store before it happened: I couldn’t take one more step. I was already huge, which drew enough attention as it was. Add in the fact that I had a major limp and sort of drug my leg behind me, and I was a walking circus act.
Women would come up to me and offer their condolences. “How much longer?” they’d ask. They’d always have a look of sadness when I told them the number of weeks left.
“You poor thing,” they’d mutter before walking off.
My husband finally came to my rescue and made me climb aboard the shopping cart, my big belly facing outwards, performing its own version of Titanic’s “I’m the king of the world!”
I’m pretty sure everyone steered clear of our cart, with my belly pointing out as one heck of a hood ornament on the end.