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Well, I think it’s safe to say Operation Incubation can now be considered a success. Even though there have been a few bumps along the road, at 38 weeks and 5 days pregnant, I am now full term and just awaiting the arrival of our little bambino. Having had a membrane sweep on Tuesday I’ve had a few false alarms due to the cramping incurred from the sweep, but so far no little babe. Just time on my hands to do a few self-portraits…


1) 38 weeks and 2 days pregnant!

In medical terms this is FULL TERM! I’ve never been this prego before and am now starting to contemplate ideas for natural induction. Who would have thought…?

2) Discovering Pinterest

So many DIY projects and ideas on the horizon. And once I have the baby, I’ll have lots of time for DIYs, right?

3) Spontaneus Hugs from Niko

And even a kiss and some “[I] wuv you”s…

4) A Mixed CD Via Snail Mail

And out on the porch there arose such a clatter,

went out to my mailbox to see what was the matter.

And what to my wondering eyes did appear,

but a mailbox full of music from my friend Susie dear.

5) The Wow!-You-Really-Look-Pregnant Shot

Taken by how pregnant I looked (and stunned by my glow…) Borys took this photo. Of course I didn’t see his perspective, until I viewed it from the camera a few days later. But yes, even I was taken aback, “Wow, I do look SO prego!” (Woot! Woot!)


1) Officially the most pregnant I’ve ever been in my life!

36 weeks, 2 days. (Niko was born at 36 on the nose.)

2) Instant Jello Chocolate Pudding

The foolproof recipe on the box provided a great “baking” experience for Niko and me. My little chef loved helping with the mixing and then licking the beaters and spoon.

3) Shaving my legs is proving difficult

Ok, a weird thing to smile at I know. But I consider this to be a direct reflection of the progression of my pregnancy – that big ol’ belly is just gettin’ in the way. And seeing as it’s so big, means my baby is growing and still safe inside me! Having had Niko a month early and my son Yuri at only 21 weeks, anything that shows me this pregnancy is doing well is good by me! Even if it means I only have the energy to shave one leg on any given day!

4) The prospect of going for a pedicure!

I want red holiday toes.

5) My library books came in!

I placed about 15 holds. First up?

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My baby girl’s keeping me up all night and she’s not even born yet! I know there’s a lack of sleep involved with newborns, and for this I am mentally prepared. But what book, friend or millionth piece of advice out there, forewarns expectant mothers that the sleepless nights may come even before the baby is born. Don’t get me wrong, at this stage in the game, when my little babe is at a gestational age of only 32 weeks and 2 days, I would rather be having sleepless nights while she’s still nestled in my belly, than while she’s born prematurely and living in an incubator at the NICU. But still, I just wasn’t prepared to be up all night with my unborn baby. They just don’t warn you about these things.

So the other night around 2 AM I started having labour pains. What else to do but monitor myself for 20 minutes or so, waiting to see if they would subside or if indeed these pains would mean a trip to the hospital? After about 20 minutes of me timing contractions, listening to my husband’s sleeping-breathing and growing increasingly anxious, I figured it was time to wake him and get this “birth plan” into action. But what “birth plan” really? I mean, it was too early – AGAIN! And I wasn’t exactly hospital ready. But what else can you do when baby starts knocking on the entrance to the world? Little Niko was of course unaware and seeing as we couldn’t get a hold of my father-in-law I called on my friends Traci and Paul to come over and Niko-sit. Ironically, I had just asked them that night if they could be our emergency back-up babysitters if I ever went into labour in the middle of the night.

Anyway, Traci came over. Borys and I rushed to the hospital and I was hooked up to many monitors – not to mention poked, prodded and tested in various ways to see what in fact was going on. Thankfully after a few hours of contractions – and yes they were real contractions, painful and clearly documented on said monitor, they subsided. Turns out baby girl was knocking, but not quite ready to open the door! Phewf!

And after that, I didn’t get a bit of sleep. All I could hear was the beating of my unborn baby’s heart, projected from one of the monitors. In a way, it was nice to hear, the constant and strong beating of that little heart inside me. But some shut-eye for mama to be would have been nice too. Borys on the other hand, had no problem falling asleep. So really it was the beating of her heart intermingled with the quiet breathing of my husband that created the perfect recipe for a sleepless night. I blame them both!



As of late, like let’s say, oh the last 7 months, I have become progressively more limited in what I can do in a day. A high-risk pregnancy means lots of ultrasounds, lots of appointments and lots of rules, and my husband is one the biggest proponents in supporting/enforcing these rules. And I get it. It’s his baby too. And naturally we both want what’s best for the little body growing inside me. I’m all for adhering to the rules of this inactive lifestyle, but that’s not to say that it’s not a challenge. I am a naturally active and busy person. I think of myself as an accomplisher, and being off work and limited in my daily allowances of movement has not been without it’s challenges.

Especially challenging during these last few months has been my decreased ability to interact with Niko. Not that I can’t see him and love him on a daily basis. But there’s no more lifting of the little tyke, which makes it hard to comfort him in his two-year old times of need. Like when he has a boo-boo or just isn’t feeling 100%. Anyway, we have adapted, and time is marching on.

In talking with my friend Sue a few weeks back, she said not to worry, my main job now is incubating. Ha. I liked that. I’ve adopted that as my mantra, and I have somewhat grown to accept that dust bunnies will take longer residence under my bed during this time of incubation.


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