I had my dr's appt on Wednesday this week instead of Thursday because I guess they were overbooked for Thursday or something. She said I was three centimeters dilated and she didn't expect me to make it to my next appt.
Now I'm thinking she's going to be seeing me today (Thursday).
Contractions aren't that strong or frequent or long, but they are absolutely killing my back. It feels like someone is taking a hammer to it at the same time as someone else tries to rip it apart. This is just how it was with my daughter, and I was really hoping that I wouldn't have to go through the back agony again.
Of course it started just before midnight when I was going to bed so I haven't slept. Arrgh. I'm hoping it will die down again so I can go back to bed and get some sleep. But I've had a bit of bloody show, and like I said, it is just as it was with my daughter, so no sleep for me :(
I do not want to do this tonight. Actually, I don't want to do this at all. I just want this baby out by some magical means that doesn't involve any pain.
I think I'm going to go wake my husband up now. I was trying to let him get as much sleep as possible, but I'm tired of suffering alone, and I've had three contractions during the course of writing this, so I probably should start timing them. Besides, someone needs to run down to the basement to get my clothes out of the dryer so I have something to wear to the hospital when it is time, and it's not going to be me!
Wish me luck.
Because OWWW!
Especially given the number of stories of stillbirth I've come across in various communities lately that started with baby not moving. One women had one recently, and others were sharing their stories, and I just need to click away as soon I realize what it is about, but it seems disrespectful somehow.
Yesterday he wasn't moving much - or at least I wasn't feeling much - and it was making me nervous. Then this morning I woke around five and after returning from the bathroom I thought I'd stay away long enough to feel him move just to be sure.
It seemed as if I lay there forever with only one small shift that I wasn't even sure was him.
Then, just as I was starting to freak out enough to wake M. and suggest that we should head into L&D to get the heartbeat checked, suddenly our little one must have woken up or something because he started squirming all over the place.
My nerves were shot by then though. I could not get back to sleep. I went to bed around midnight last night, and I'd been up twice already before the 5:00 waking. I'm a zombie today.
But baby has been moving quite a bit, so all is good.
As of last Monday, I am now thirty seven weeks. That means that while the average pregnancy is forty weeks, I am now officially at full term (37 weeks to 42 is full term).
Eek! I am still so not ready.
M. has been bugging me to pack my hospital bag, and I suppose I should get on that. We still don't have Munchkin's new room ready for her, though we've moved most of our office stuff downstairs and we bought paint yesterday. We also haven't found a new dresser yet, so I can't put away any of the baby's clothes. I also need to do a lot of cleaning before my mother-in-law gets here (she's watching Morgan). And we need to re-install the shower in the bathroom downstairs and put in the new flooring.
But I do now have a backup for childcare if the baby comes before MIL gets here, so that's of the good. And it wouldn't take long to toss a few things in the bag. And while it would be nice to have all the baby's clothes washed and put away, it doesn't matter that the crib and the rest of the furniture arne't set up yet since the baby will be cosleeping anyway (the crib makes a great change table though).
So we are not in a horrible place of un-preparedness.
But Oh MY GOD, I am so not ready.
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