Normal life has slowed down a bit in the past few weeks. Reason? I'm really pregnant now (39 weeks), and it takes a while to lug this prego body anywhere. Example: an average trip to the grocery store now takes well over 2 hours because I can't run through the aisles like I used to. That probably means I buy more because I linger in the aisles longer. Hm...
We had an ultrasound at 36 weeks, and from the measurements they took, they said that the baby was already 8.5 lbs. I totally believed them then. Now, not so much. I really don't think this kid was that big at 36 weeks. Come on people. NOW, at 39 weeks, he/she is probably that big, if not bigger.
Labor has been a tease for almost 2 weeks. For over a week, I was having nightly contractions, 10 minutes apart, but they would only last 1-3 hours. Then I'd lay down, or odder than that, stand up and they would go away. I had a few nights off where I didn't have any contractions. Now, I can tell things are progressing because, even though the contractions are few and far between, they HURT in those places where you don't want to hurt. Baby has dropped even more, and I'm feeling it. And all this who-wah about babies not moving during contractions is SO WRONG. Seems like everywhere I read, if the baby moves during a contraction, then it's not really a contraction. I beg to differ. My baby moves like nothing else, head in pelvis, hands/shoulders in hips, and knees/feet in ribs.
Brett has had a crazy weird schedule this month. His work was so kind as to schedule his annual training RIGHT OVER MY DUE DATE. Thanks people. Really appreciate that one. So he's been gone and will be gone at work and/or training pretty much all month. I fear that I'm going to go in to labor, he's going to be stuck somewhere in DC with no way to get home until the next day, and I'm going to have to go through labor and/or c-section without him. (sigh) Thankfully, he has vacation coming up and will be home from the 17th through the end of the month. I'm looking forward to that.
So here's where we stand for now. At last Tuesday's appointment, I was only dilated to 1 cm, so let's hope that is changing right now. If nothing happens between now and this Tuesday, we go in for a doctor's appointment early Tuesday morning. Brett comes home late Monday night from work and then flies out shortly after our appointment to go to training in St. Louis. My normal doctor, who is/was also pregnant is officially on her maternity leave. She was induced yesterday. So, now I'm seeing a new doctor in the same practice. Yippee. Two weeks ago, we went ahead and scheduled a c-section for the 9th, just in case I didn't go in to labor. I was so sure we wouldn't need to fall back on a c-section, but now I'm doubting myself. I felt like my body would take care of things on its own. Not so much now. Bad thing about going for a VBAC delivery is that doctors won't induce you because it increases the risk of rupture, so everything just has to go on its own. So, we're going in to this appointment on Tuesday to see if we can move the c-section date to later. I'm not sure if they will let us do that because I will be past my due date with an expected big baby, but I'm going to try anyway. I would just feel bad if I went in for a c-section and would have gone in to labor if I had just waited one more day. I dread c-section recovery, and with a toddler at home and Brett being gone for training smack dab in the worst part of the recovery, I am trying to avoid being cut open at all costs.
So, we'll see what happens. Everyone out there, pray for strong, painful contractions for me starting tomorrow and in to the night on Monday. I could REALLY go for that right now. The hospital bag has been packed for 2 weeks. My mother-in-law took vacation this week and can watch Sophia for us. The timing would be great!
On other notes, I am VERY thankful that we live close to family now. People have been coming to visit a lot lately, especially when Brett has been gone. I really enjoy the company and find myself relaxing more than worrying while people are here. And Sophia has been awesome. She's even getting more teeth, and she's still in a good mood. I love that kid. Top it off that she's talking more now, which makes me feel less lonely because we can actually have a "conversation" even if it is in toddler talk.
And now, let's see some pictures.
This is what happens when you let your kid eat cottage cheese by themselves. Looks like a teenager with a major acne problem!
Ah, the "saur" (dinosaur). This was a McDonald's Happy Meal reward for...
THIS. Sophia got two shots at the doctor last Friday and didn't even yelp. No tears. It was amazing. They put bandaids on her shots, and she pointed at them with a big smile and said, "STICKERS!" She weighed in only a pound heavier, at 24 lbs. But she grew 1.5 inches. She's now in the 50th percentile!
We built Daddy's airplane out of big Legos.
I know, Sophia. It's so wrong. Aunt Cathy sent you an IU warm-up suit, and we actually PUT YOU IN IT! That was my reaction too!
So you're not supposed to let kids play with fireworks. Eh. She was being supervised.
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