Well, I didn’t think I’d be sitting here today with huge belly.
I have had more “false alarms” with labor this time than I can count. Pretty much every day in the last two weeks I’ve had at least an hour of contractions “five minutes apart lasting at least a minute each,” which is generally the criteria for being in active labor and going to the hospital. Fortunately this isn’t my first rodeo so I haven’t yet made a premature trek to the hospital and the somewhat-embarrassing return trek home.
Last night though, for the first time, I was convinced it was It. We had been playing with the kids at the park and I had to stop for each contraction on the way back to the car. I even had my dad drive home because it seemed ill-advised to drive with such intense contractions. I was nauseous and contracting while my husband and father fed the kids and put them to bed. I took a super uncomfortable walk around our block with Scott. And then? I was sleepy and so I laid down and the contractions totally stopped. With my last pregnancy, when contractions felt like that I had baby Daniel in my arms a few hours later.
But here I still sit.
I’ve been dilated to a 4 and 90% effaced for at least two weeks. I had my membranes stripped three days ago.
We settled on baby names.
We finally finished hanging photos in Scott’s office.
My toilets are scrubbed and my carpet is vacuumed.
Walking any distance makes the contractions pile together and my hips are telling me they are sufficiently stretchy.
C’mon, Baby Bean*!
My doctor offered to break my water anytime but I’m hoping this baby just decides the time is right all on his or her own.
*I’d like to think I wouldn’t be nearly as antsy since it’s common for women to go past their due date, except that it has truly felt like “any day” for weeks and my dad has been out for 10 days playing the wait and see game with us.
Minor miracle: Everyone looking at the camera at the same time!
Update Sunday, October 4th 9 am:
Well, so much for not jumping the gun and heading to the hospital early! After hours of contractions ~3-4 minutes apart, we headed in at midnight only to head home at 3:30 am since I was still at a 4. *Yawn*
Update Sunday, October 4th 11 am:
My doctor is going to break my water today at 4pm to get this show on the road. I’m feeling worn out by poor sleep and lots of unproductive contractions at this point, and apparently the labor and delivery ward is already overbooked for Monday. I’m getting excited!
Update Sunday, October 4th 3:40 pm:
The hospital called and they got inundated with women in labor in the last few hours so we’re rescheduling for 7am Tuesday morning. Doh! I had just started packing kids in the car to drop off at my friend’s house with jammies, etc. Back to “wait and see” for a few days.
My plan: Keep smiling. This baby WILL come out… at some point. 🙂
Photos taken at 38 weeks 5 days. I feel twice as large now.