I'm here another week. I just hope I don't do a 40 week post. I had it in my head that this baby was coming as early as Whitney did or even earlier. HUGE mistake, because as soon as we flipped the calendar over to February I have been expecting a baby and every day that goes by I get a little more irritable. I know she can't stay in there forever, but 9 months is a LONG time and these last few days of waiting are excruciating!! Yesterday we had a false alarm. I was certain my water broke so we went into the clinic to be tested. The test came back negative for amniotic fluid, but we did find out that I was dilitated to a 3, yay!!! It took a lot of time and a lot of pain to get to a 3 with Whitney, so I'm excited about that!! Last night I had about an hour and a half of pretty consistent light contractions, and then of course nothing. At least I got another night of sleep. So, I feel like a bit of a retard that I thought my water broke (no, I didn't pee my pants!) Since my water broke with Whitney I thought I was pretty confident as to what had happened. I'm trying hard to be patient about the end of this pregnancy, and to be thankful for the extra time I have with Whitney. When I'm cuddling Whitney I remind myself to enjoy the uninterrupted snuggles. Even though I would rather sit at home on the couch and wait, I am still taking her to the library and to the gym in subzero temperatures because she enjoys it, not to mention to keep both of our sanity.
Other than having a ginormous belly that obstructs my movement, my health is fine. No swelling, no high BP, heartburn, backache, etc. Just mentally ready to be done.
The Rest of the story… and here we go!
1 month ago