Have you seen my baby? Yeah, me either.
My first daughter was born at week 37. So, in a rush to be prepared in the event of another early birth, I’ve had my homebirth kit prepared, my posse on call, house spotless, husband’s work notified that I’m within my “window” of having the baby, oldest daughter’s room re-done, nursery almost completed, and my refrigerator stocked with food for the birth team in the event of a long labor all since week 36. It is now week 39. I’ve been walking around 100% effaced for 3 weeks. I’ve had off and on contractions as a tease and still no baby.
My feet are swollen, I have terrible heartburn, I’m exhausted because I can’t sleep, I pee constantly, my hips are killing me and the best part… I just started to get new stretch marks around week 37. Clearly, being pregnant right now is intruding on the possibility of me being anywhere near comfortable.
It’s easy for me to see all the reasons why being pregnant is currently a bother. Each day gets longer and longer. I’m ready to meet her, hold her, and stare at her. I have to constantly remind myself that it’s not about me, it’s about her coming when she’s ready. So, I guess I’ll continue waiting, hoping, and praying that she’ll come… now. Okay, now. How about… now?
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Those last few weeks are FUN, no? I have ways of self-inducing. It’s worked for me all 4 times. Call me.