This little guy is due in a week. I can’t believe it! Every time I catch a sideways glimpse of myself in the mirror, I am shocked at how huge my belly is. And I only gained a total of 23 lbs. this pregnancy — I gained almost 40 last time.
At my midwife appointment on Tuesday, I was 4cm dialated, 100% effaced with bulging waters. As much as I want to know if there’s been progress, I hate that pins-and-needles feeling of “is this contraction the start of ‘real’ labor?” drives me crazy. I try not to pay too much attention to my contractions so that I don’t get worked up, then irritated when they space out.
For some reason, I had the 22nd in mind, but I guess he’s going to hang on a little longer. He’ll come when he’s ready, and I finally had that pivotal “I’m ready” moment on Tuesday. Seeing a six-week-old baby boy snorting in his sleep was enough to turn the tide for me.
Baby is due in 1 week 6 days, and I don’t know if I’m going to make it that long.
My midwife checked me at my visit this past Tuesday, and I’m almost 4cm dialated and 80% effaced. I’ve been losing my plug for about 2 weeks now, and have definitely been having more contractions. Unfortunately, they aren’t “working contractions” and they tend to space out and slow down after a while. Things progressed so quickly last time (I woke up to contractions 3-4 minutes apart & 60 seconds long & George was born exactly 5 hours later after 20 minutes of pushing) so I am paying closer attention to things. Which drives me crazy, since they keep petering out!
Another stress factor is that most likely, George won’t be around when I hit active labor (between working, side jobs & the remodel, he’s otherwise engaged 90% of the time) and I’m really leery of calling him home from work if it isn’t ‘the real thing.’
It doesn’t help that I was probably about 7-8cm last time before finally admitting that I was in active labor and telling George “You NEED to call the midwife!” I just would rather that things progress on their own. I know that real labor won’t slow down or stop no matter what I do, I just hate having to scrutinize every contraction so carefully.
Total emotional breakdown this morning, I just feel so stressed out about everything. I know that a large percentage is hormones, but there are also some very real stress factors at play. Why is it that absolutely nothing works according to schedule? And this is so difficult, me being the Virgo that I am.
I’m 37 weeks pregnant, which means I’m full-term and this little guy could show up any time he’s ready.
The baby’s room is mostly together, hospital bag is packed and the bouncy seat, Pack & Play and carseat are out where George can see/play with them. We watch his hospital video about once a week so that he can get used to seeing/hearing a baby. He still smooches my belly every morning and says “Hi!” to the baby. He’s even read a few books to the baby, and sometimes he dances ‘for the baby.’ I think we’ve done a good job of introducing him to the idea, we’ll see what happens.