Friday, March 4, 2016

Quinnten's Birth Story - Sheri's Version

Friday, February 19

8:00pm Text from Brigitte:  Pretty sure I just lost my mucus plug and I thought my water broke but maybe just leaking.  Also having increased back pain.  Doesn’t mean I’m going into labor tonight.

Me: Go take a bath and pack your bags.

Brigitte:  We put the car seat in the car today, but his coming home outfit doesn’t arrive until Monday.

Me:  I’ll go buy him another outfit tomorrow.

9:00pm Brigitte: Just getting into the tub.

9:45pm Call from Brigitte:  My contractions are not consistent at all.  I had two 13 minutes apart and then nothing. ‘Oh wait…..I’m having one right now.’  Anyway, it’s nothing, I’m going to go to bed.

Me:  Brigitte, do not take an Ambien tonight.

Brigitte:  But I just really want to sleep tonight.

Me:  You don’t want to be on Ambien and having contractions all night.

Brigitte:  I get up like 7 times a night to pee so I’ll be fine.

Me: Do not take Ambien!

Brigitte:  OK

Me:  You’re going to take an Ambien, aren’t you?

Brigitte: I don’t know.

Me:  Call me if you go into labor and need me to come over.

Brigitte:  Oh yeah that’s a good idea, do you care?

Me:  Of course not.

Saturday, February 20

1:15 a.m. my phone rings (I know immediately what is happening)

Brigitte:  Can you come over

Me: (in a total daze) Oh, are you going to the library? (I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t think of the right word

Brigitte:  Yes I have some books to return…haha (we have a good laugh, Brigitte’s joking and feeling OK)

Brigitte:  My contractions are 8 minutes apart

Me: (OK so I should hurry, but not an emergency at this point in my mind)

1:35am Arrive at Brigitte’s, I walk in the door.

Tyler: She took an Ambien and she’s kind of out of it.

Brigitte: OK let’s go, wait I have to Pee. (goes to the bathroom)

Brigitte:  OK let’s go, wait I have to sit down, ahhh, ok I can walk now.  Bye, maybe this is a false alarm and I’ll see you in a little bit. (total denial)

1:44am They’ve been gone for 3 or 4 minutes.  My phone rings.

Brigitte:  alkdjgflkjadkfkdakjl,

Me:  What?  I can’t understand you

Brigitte: ajdklfjkadj;fkljdklfda;lkfj

Me:  You’re going to have to talk louder, I can't hear a thing you’re saying

Brigitte: I forgot something, unlock the door we’re coming back

1:48am Tyler races in, unlocks the garage, grabs Brigitte’s purse and runs back out
I get into bed, wide awake now I start scrolling through Facebook.  (Not a lot of people post things in the middle of the night FYI.)

2:24am Text from Tyler (I think he’s going to say, we’re here, they’re hooking her up to everything.)  Instead it’s one word: ‘Delivered’

Tyler gets home at 5am and goes to bed.

Tagg in the morning: Sheri, my baby is very hungry.

Me:  What does your baby want to eat?

Tagg:  Ummm, Frootloops!!

Holland:  Now I’m going to be the biggest big sister.  He’ll be here for both of my birthdays; when I turn 5 and when I turn 5 ½.

Tagg:  Yeah and I’m going to be a big brother too.

Quinnten's Birth Story - As told in an email to family from Tyler


I'm sorry for the delay in writing this; the last 48-hours have been crazy and sleep-deprived.
As you now all know, grand-kid #17 is here.  As for the name...that's TBD any time now.
I'm sure you all want to know the excitement of how it all went down ... or perhaps you don't.  In any case, I'm going to guess that #17 arrived a little more rushed than any of the previous 16.
Let me explain.
On Friday evening, we had just enjoyed a nice evening of Dickey's with the kids and had put them down.  Around 8:00 Brigitte felt the 'usual' pains of a contraction, but basically brushed it aside due to having felt them previously and nothing ever coming of it.  She jumped in the tub to relax and hope they'd go away.  At 9:00 she was ready for bed and asked me whether she should take an Ambien or a Unisom; Ambien being the more powerful of the two, she chose to take .5 of a pill...which still zonks her out.  However, by 10:00 the contractions (which, due to the Ambien in her system, still didn't quite register as contractions) were becoming more regular in nature: from every 20 minutes to every 15.  At that point she began to have a pain in her lower back and for a blessing from me. 
Post-blessing, around 11:00, she took another tub, hoping the pains would go away -- remember, she's on Ambien, so it's not really registering.  At this point we decide to call the hospital and inquire about whether the contractions are of regular enough frequency to consider coming in to be checked out.  Post phone call, we discuss our options:
Option 1: we both go and have Brigitte's friend, Sheri, come and look over the kids.
Option 2: Brigitte goes alone -- but on Ambien at midnight. I say no to that.
Option 3: we stay put.
We select Option 3.
Soon enough, the contractions pick up speed: from every 12 to every 10 to every 8.  It's now 1:00 in the morning.  Contractions are every 6-minutes.  I make the call to go to the hospital since Brigitte isn't able to determine the gravity of the situation.  She calls Sheri, and we pack our things.  At 1:30 Sheri arrives and we jump in the car.....then we get to the freeway on-ramp and Brigitte remembers that she forgot her purse.  Normally, not being on Ambien, I think she would have said 'it doesn't matter, get me to the hospital ASAP.'  However, she requested that we return, it's now 1:45 and we're finally on our way to Riverton Hospital, which is the furthest hospital you can find in the valley from our house (really, it is)!  By 1:55, Brigitte is having contractions every 2-minutes, if not quicker.  A pleasant drive has turned into a 'made for television' special of me flying at 100 mph on the freeway, then 100 mph on the expressway.
Here's the problem: I don't know where I'm going.  I know where the hospital is, but I don't know where the labor and delivery center is...and at this point Brigitte is screaming. 
So, finally, at 2:10 we arrive.  Fly into the emergency parking area, I run to grab a wheel-chair, and try to wheel Brigitte to the labor area -- but she instead decides to wheel herself to the bathroom because she really has to go to the 'bathroom'....which at this point is code for deliver a baby in a hospital bathroom without any help.  So, I wheel her into the bathroom and go running through the hospital; thanks to another couple coming to deliver, I figure where to go, jump into the elevator, run down the hall and pick up the phone.
The discussion went like this:
Nurse on phone: What can I do for you?
Me: My wife is having a baby in the bathroom downstairs -- please help.
Nurse: Okay, we'll be right there...
Two nurses follow me down to the 1st floor; they enter the restroom and have to pry Brigitte off the toilet and convince her to NOT go to the bathroom.  We quickly rush her to the 3rd floor, into the labor/delivery area, and into a room where 2 other nurses and an anesthesiologist have just arrived to prepare. 
The time is now 2:15.
The next 7-minutes go something like this:
Nurses: Brigitte, I need you to breathe and NOT push -- we want this baby to breathe.
Brigitte: AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH.......will I still get an epidural?....AHHHHHHHHHHH
By 2:20 the I.V. finally made it into her body, but that was all.  The nurses were asking me what her full name was, date of birth, etc. 
Nurses: Brigitte, we need you to slow your breathing and not push.

Baby: Very soft whimpering, but not much crying. 
I didn't even have time to get video (not that it would have been a pleasant memory for Brigitte). 
No epidural, no pain med.  The I.V. was supposed to have antibiotics, but wasn't in her system long enough to have an effect (she was Step B positive, which is unsafe for the baby).  The delivery was 100% natural. No doctor to deliver - just a nurse (guessing practitioner...but we never found out).  The delivery doctor on call didn't arrive until 2:35.
The rest, well, doesn't matter.
The important thing: luckily, due to really fast driving, this baby wasn't delivered on the freeway nor in the 7-minutes.
So, there you have it: Pace baby #3, still not yet named....the one that really REALLY wanted to come 10-days early!

Quinnten's Birth Story - Brigitte's Prespective

Let me start out by saying, our little man has arrived! He decided to not wait until his due date (March 1), or even the scheduled induction date (February 25), but rather to arrive in a way his Momma never wanted to experience - NO EPIDURAL - in the early hours on a Saturday (the Saturday that was the last Saturday I had to finish checking things off my to-do list before the scheduled induction) 10 days before his due date.

Now - I'm going to share my version of how things went down. I'll also post Tyler's version and Sheri's version. I can't help but laugh at how similar they all are and yet how funny they are from each persons' perspective.

I was 38 weeks and 4 days pregnant. I had just had my 38 week prenatal visit with Dr. Kathy Langer. She did a cervical check and it really, really, really hurt! She had also checked me the week before and it hurt so bad she pulled in the ultrasound machine to make sure the baby was really head down. He was. I'm still not sure why the cervical check hurting would be a sign that the baby wasn't head down, but that's what she checked for. This time, no checking, just an apology that it hurt and a decision to not be seen again in a week, but rather in eight days for the induction and delivery.

Why was I being induced? Well, 1) because my doctor said it was fine to do and a good idea so we could make sure my mom and dad would be able to be here to watch the kids, and 2) because I didn't want the baby to be born on Leap Day. I'm still not entirely sure why that was such a big deal for me, but it was and I wanted to make sure he arrived before that day so I wouldn't have to worry about it.

My 38 week appointment was on Wednesday, February 17 at 2:45 p.m. That night I had some light spotting, which is normal after a vaginal/cervical check. For the next three days the spotting continued, and by Friday it was a little more and a little more red. Plus, by Friday I was also cramping a little bit. I thought that maybe Langer had stripped my membranes. But why? Why would she do that if we were planning to induce me the following Thursday anyway? So I ruled that out.

By Friday night I was still cramping and spotting, but then around 8ish I was certain that I had just lost my mucus plug. I quickly got online and read that "When the mucus plus dislodges from your cervix it's a sign that things are moving in the right direction, but it doesn't necessarily mean that you're in labor." I sent a text to Sheri for reassurance. She suggested that I take a bath and see how I feel in an hour. I got in the tub and I felt my stomach getting those round ligament pains, which I get for my entire pregnancies, so I didn't think too much of them. After a while I did finally download a contraction counter app, but that just ended up confirming that nothing was consistent, so it probably wasn't labor. I stayed in the tub for an hour...and then I just really wanted to go to bed.

Side note: My mom's sister, my aunt Florence, was in the hospital having been diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer on Monday. My mom had been in Ogden visiting her all day and I knew that she was tired and probably already in bed.

Tyler suggested that I pack my bags - you know - just in case! So I did, sort of. I was kind of grabbing things here and there that I thought could really go in my hospital bag, but knowing that the majority of what I would need were things I needed everyday. If I'm not having a baby tonight why pack my bag with everything that I'm going to need here tomorrow? At this point I felt two small gushes of water and I briefly thought, hmmm...did my water just break? I called the hospital. Their response was, "If your contractions aren't six minutes or less and your water hasn't broken there is no point in coming in. However, if your water has broken and you aren't in labor it could lead to infection." So basically it was my call, but I then started thinking that I had just gotten out of the tub, so maybe my water hadn't broken and my contractions are definitely not six minutes or less apart, in fact they were at about 20 minutes, and in no way were they even consistent at 20. I decided that I was definitely NOT in labor,

At this point it was a little before 11 p.m. and I was tired. I kept thinking about how this was my last Saturday to get some things done before the baby was to arrive the next Thursday. My mind started spinning as I mentally stared at my to-do list. I told Tyler how tired I was and how much I wanted to get accomplished the next day and then asked, "Do you think I should take Ambien or just a Unisom?" I'm honestly not sure how I decided, but I took half of an Ambien and went to bed at about 10:45 p.m.

I remember, AFTER taking the Ambien, asking Tyler for a blessing and also asking him to massage my back. And then that is when things become really foggy. I was definitely in an Ambien induced coma...and in LABOR! Tyler had to be my brain, because now looking back, I didn't really have a clue as to what was going on for a couple hours. I remember Tyler telling me to finish packing my bag for the hospital, I remember calling Sheri - at 1:16 a.m. I remember that when Sheri answered she was totally out of it, naturally, and she asked me if I needed to go to the library. I remember that I said, "Yes, I totally need to go check out a book right now." When she showed up, about 15 minutes later, as we walked out the door, I remember saying something along the lines of "this is probably a false alarm so we'll be back soon." I remember getting all the way to the freeway entrance and realizing that I had left my purse and wallet in the other car, and so I made Tyler go back to the house to get it. Why? Well, the last thing the hospital had said to me, when I called to pre-register just three days before, was to remember to bring my picture ID and insurance card on the day I deliver.

At this point is when I remember starting to really feeling labor pains. I'm assuming I had somewhat consistently been feeling them previously or Tyler wouldn't have suggested we rush to the hospital, but remember --- AMBIEN! The first really painful contraction I remember feeling was as we were on the interchange off of I-215 onto I-15. I grabbed the handle above the car window and squeezed as hard as I could. And then I heard myself screaming like I have never heard myself scream before. It was like an out-of-body experience. Seriously! I was thinking, is that really me screaming? Am I really feeling this pain? I wanted to squeeze my hand so tight that my hand would hurt worse than my stomach and back, just to give me a moment of relief.

I was delivering at Riverton Hospital...which is the furthest hospital from our house! Literally. And, I had only driven by it two weeks previous when I found out that that is where I had to deliver due to our change in insurance provider. I had scheduled to do a tour of labor & delivery on Valentines' Day, but we stayed at my parents' house too late and just wanted to get home - so we bagged the tour. At this point in our Friday evening we were wishing we had taken the tour and had any clue as to where we were supposed to go when in labor. All I knew was that we were to go to Tower 3. That's it. That is all I knew. Well, that and the fact that I needed to have picture ID and my insurance card. Right?

Tyler pulled up to Tower 3 at 2:10 a.m., grabbed a wheel chair and I immediately insisted that I needed to go to the bathroom - URGENT!! (Note: if you are 38 weeks pregnant and feel you need to really, really go to the bathroom...don't do it. I nearly delivered a baby straight into a public toilet. Gross!) I wheeled myself in to the restroom while Tyler ran around looking for labor and delivery. Luckily a calm couple was just arriving and showed or told (not sure which) Tyler that he needed to go to the third floor. The next thing I know two nurses are prying me off the toilet and forcing me into the wheelchair.

At this point I remember asking the nurses over and over and over, "I'm still going to get an epidural, right?" I just wanted the pain to go away, I wanted the epidural and I wanted to go to sleep. The nurses were walking really fast...maybe running, but again - AMBIEN! And then they wheeled me into a room where the lights were really bright and they started stripping all my clothing off. I felt like everything kept getting stuck so I was trying to help them undress me, but I think I was just making things worse. My garment top stayed on because while they were undressing me another nurse was putting an IV in my left hand. I was Strep B positive, the same as I was with Holland and Taggart, and so I needed to have antibiotics in my system for at least 30 minutes before delivering as to not pass the infection to the baby, which could be very harmful to a newborn.

One nurse was holding my right hand and telling me to focus on her eyes and saying "DO NOT PUSH." Over and over she kept saying, DO NOT PUSH - DO NOT PUSH - FOCUS ON ME - DO NOT PUSH! And still I'm asking, "I'm going to get an epidural, right?" And then, a contraction like no other and there is no stopping the need to push. The nurse says, "DO NOT PUSH!" And I say, "I have to." And just like that, I feel his head, and then another push and it's obviously his shoulders...and then, there he is in my arms!!! I don't remember hearing him crying, but I remember looking over at Tyler and acting out that he should be taking pictures. I remember that as I looked over at him I thought, why is he just sitting on that couch? He honestly looked like he was in total shock!

This delivery was NOT at all like Holland's or like Tagg's. Each of them were different as well, but this one was in a league of it's own. I had just given birth, without any medication, and fully in an Ambien fog. So now I'll know for next time, wait...I don't think there will be a next time, do not take Ambien if you think that there is any chance that you might be in labor. But then again, had I not taken Ambien and things progressed this fast, would I really have been able to handle it all? I guess we'll never know!

Quinnten Taylor Pace was born Saturday, February 20 at 2:22 a.m. - SEVEN minutes after pulling up to the hospital entrance - delivered by a team of nurses. The on-call doctor arrived 20 minutes later. He weighed 6 lbs. 7 oz, and was 18.5 inches long. Thank goodness he does not have a Pace head! The nurses were so in the zone with this fast delivery that Tyler didn't even get to cut the umbilical cord. Pretty sure I wasn't the only one in shock during this "Stop and Drop" delivery, as the nurses all later told me these types of deliveries are called. Ha ha ha!!

Looking back I find it so funny that I had put so much effort into getting ready for this baby, when in the end hardly anything was "ready" for this baby to arrive. I had an appointment to get my eyelashes done on Monday, and a hair and wax appointment on Tuesday. I had planned to paint my fingernails and toenails the night before the induction. I had scheduled a photographer to be there for the birth so that we could finally have really good and meaningful pictures of the delivery and first few hours after birth. I was almost done with the nursery and had planned to finish it up on Saturday. I had ordered his "going home" outfit and it was supposed to arrive in the mail on Monday, which it did...but we were already home before the mail was delivered.

Life is so unpredictable!

The nurse that delivered Quinnten...and who lied to me about me being able to get an epidural!

Tyler looks tired and in shock! Pretty sure he was just happy he didn't have to deliver our baby along side the freeway that night.

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Growing Baby Pace

We are so excited to welcome a new little man into our family this coming week; induction scheduled for Thursday, November 25. And, while it seems (in my head) that I have a bazillion things left on my pre-baby to-do list, I keep writing this post in my I'm pretty sure that means I need to get it out of my head and documented officially.

First of all, I want to say that pregnancy is not something that I enjoy. However, I love my babies and I love the entire process of getting there here healthy and safe. That may sound contradictory, but let me explain. Although I do not get as sick as a lot of women do, I still get sick! Any ounce of sickness is sickness...and it's not enjoyable. When I was pregnant with Holland I threw almost daily right up until an hour before she made her debut. My morning sickness remedies included medication and avoiding anything that looked, smelled or resembled chicken! With Taggart I was in constant nausea and throwing up several times a week until about August, which was three months before his arrival. During my pregnancy with him I did acupuncture, and although expensive, it worked! And now this little man, the morning sickness drastically reduces and all but subsided around the beginning of September, which was months ago. I credit essentials oils, as crazy as that may seem to a lot of people, to curbing my nausea - sniffing, diffusing, putting dabs under my tongue. Like, I kind of became crazy oil lady trying anything and everything. And, thank heaven I did - it literally has helped me through this pregnancy.

The other thing about pregnancy is that, although I am a naturally small person (5'1" & 100 lbs.), I am NOT NOT NOT a small pregnant person. And, I'm so over caring about that! I've spent my time comparing myself to others - mostly to my own mom's and mother's-in-law accounts of their pregnancies. Mine have been nothing like theirs. I stop exercising early on, you can totally and completely tell that I am pregnant from looking at my backside, and I gain at least 35 lbs with each pregnancy. Yes, yes, I lose the weight after, although definitely not immediately. I just need to put this in writing - for Holland's sake - that if she finds herself not looking model perfect when pregnant, and not loving the process much, it's TOTALLY FINE...AND NORMAL!

The journey to get three babies here has been amazing! Hard? Yes. But amazing! When we first were married my age was already a concern. I took birth control for the first month and then we nixed it and decided to just see what could happen. By October I had a positive pregnancy test! My due date was August 2010. Sadly, and seriously a lot more devastating than I could have imagined it would be for me, I had some spotting and went in for an ultrasound. It was a blighted ovum - no actual baby in the gestation sac! The doctor suggested we join a study at the University of Utah (U) for women who are currently trying to get pregnant and have had at least one pregnancy loss. I remember sitting in the doctor’s office, after having been escorted from the ultrasound office and then through the "employees only" door, thinking how much it sucked that I had had such a long journey to find a husband, and now I was about to have a long journey to having a child. And Tyler wasn't there with me. He was golfing and stuck there since he hadn't driven himself. He felt awful. I felt sad and alone and mad. I cried a lot! And I waited for the doctor for a long, long time - although really, I have no idea how long it was.

So next we joined the study at the U. It was a study to see if taking baby aspirin helped sustain pregnancy. I was given the meds (placebo or aspirin) and a fertility monitor. I think it was six months, and nothing happened. No positive pregnancy tests. Our next step was to meet with a fertility specialist. We went in for the first visit and left with a prescription for Clomid. All I had to do was wait for my period to start and then begin the medication. I waited, and waited, and waited. Finally I called the doctor's office and asked if I should just start the medication because my period hadn't yet started. The nurse suggested I take a pregnancy test. Oh! Okay. And....the test was positive! Due date: April 27, 2011. Holland arrived the day after her due date, which seemed like an eternity, little stinker!

While still nursing Holland, I had another positive pregnancy test! Taggart was induced a few days early, on Tyler's birthday, November, 25, 2012. I nursed Tagg for a year, although we weren't preventing pregnancy otherwise. We both always felt like three children was our ideal. Honestly, I would have five more if I could! So this is when things start to get frustrating. After a year of trying (after I was done nursing Tagg) I still had not gotten pregnant. We started looking into adoption. After one particular phone interview with an adoption agency, I knew it wasn't the right thing for us; but I still wanted a baby. One night Sheri came over and we went for a walk and then talked on the back patio for a long time. It was that night that she convinced me that I should just call the fertility clinic she had gone to and see what they could help me with. It took me a while to actually make the call - it seemed expensive and a bit daunting.

We first met with Dr. Blauer at the Reproductive Care Center in Sandy, UT in June 2014. We did tests, blood work, discussed medical history, etc. The end result, I was given very little hope as Dr. Blauer showed me the chart that illustrates how fertility is affected by age. It was depressing! He said that my most hopeful outcome would be from using an egg donor; Tyler and I didn't feel that was the route for us. However, Dr. Blauer suggested we still try a few things, but made sure I was to keep in mind that he is not a miracle worker and nothing is guaranteed.

Over the course of the next several months we did a lot of testing, ultrasounds, sonohysterograms, blood draws...oh the blood draws! I stink at having my blood drawn. I took a lot of medication (orally and self-injections) such as Novarel, Bravelle, Clomid, Femara, Progesterone, Letrazolle. We did timed intercourse and two IUIs. And in the course of it all I had three positive pregnancy tests, plus one other before we even began our infertility journey. I would get so excited! One time the pregnancy actually got to the point of seeing the heartbeat during an ultrasound. However, they called me later to say that the heartbeat was irregular. After a week the baby's heart was no longer beating. At nine weeks pregnant, this pregnancy loss was devastating and discouraging!!

Then, Tyler and I had a talk about the next steps for us. This was getting expensive. Not that it wasn't totally worth it, but we had already spent $4300 (plus prescriptions) and our insurance wasn't covering any of it. We finally decided that we just needed to relax for a bit and discuss it again in a month or two if nothing happens. The very next month, with no fertility help at all, I had a positive pregnancy test! Due date: March 1, 2016.

I know that a lot of prayers and faith helped to get this little man on his way to our family, and we are so grateful and so excited to meet him next week! This pregnancy has been LONG...probably because I was technically "pregnant" four times before this successful take, so really, it seems I've been pregnant for about two least! OK - drama? Maybe. But, I never said I was great at being pregnant. I admit to the opposite; I kinda suck at this whole gestation-for-nine-months business.

On top of nausea, fatigue, aches and pains (mostly my feet, back and my right hip) there is always the guilt. That darn momma guilt! Why do I chose to sit on my bum instead of play with my kids, or sleep instead of snuggle with them a little longer at bedtime, or take a long hot bath and not let them climb in with me and splash until the floor is soaked? I want to be that fun, non-tired mom. And, I plan to be that again! I promise, my babies!!!

Anyway, now that I've gotten all of this down so that I can always look back and remember what this journey was like for real...I plan to go take a nap while Tagg is napping, Holland is at preschool and while there are currently no manuscripts that need to be worked on. Speaking of, did I mention that on top of being a mom and wife and everything that those two amazing titles include, I also work part-time as an Editorial Assistant for the Journal of the American Chemical Society? Because, I do! And now I'm feeling guilty for wanting to take a nap, so perhaps I should review that pre-baby to-do list again, or update Holland's and Tagg's baby books, or clean a room or two...

Oh, and we also still need to name this little baby who is arrive in seven short days!!!

P.S. There actually are a few things that I really do love about pregnancy: hearing the heartbeat, feeling the baby move, knowing that I helped create this little creature growing inside of me, and, of course, the amazing responsibility and opportunity that I have to be this little person's momma.
 Baby Pace #3...progression:
July 3, 2015 - 5 weeks 3 days

August 17, 2015 - 11 weeks 6 days

August 26, 2015 - 13 weeks 1 day

August 26, 2015

September 3, 2015 - 14 weeks 2 days

October 14, 2015 - 20 weeks 1 day

November 24, 2015 - 26 weeks

December 31, 2015 - 31 weeks 2 days

January 3, 2016 - 31 weeks 5 days

January 6, 2016 - 32 weeks 1 day
January 16, 2016 - 33 weeks 4 days

January 25, 2016 - 34 weeks 6 days

February 3, 2016 - 36 weeks 1 day

February 14, 2016 (Valentine's Day) - 37 weeks 5 days
And week and one day to go...