I thought I was doing really well. After the whole bug-bite scare at 34 weeks, I had convinced myself that waiting until 40 weeks would be a piece of cake. I was just fine all the up to 37 weeks… And now, I’m miserable.
**Disclaimer: I am grateful that Lillian and I are healthy and doing well. I am grateful to be pregnant in the first place. I KNOW that she will arrive in God’s time. I get that.**
Yes, I’m miserable. Last Thursday night/Friday morning between 2 and 4am, I had some pretty decent contractions. Enough to wake me up and keep me up for two hours in the middle of the night. But they never got stronger, and eventually stopped.
Last night beginning at 8:30pm, I starting having contractions again. This time they were about 2 –3 minutes apart, strong enough to be uncomfortable, but not strong enough that I had to worry about them being so close together. SIX HOURS LATER, they stopped. I woke up this morning extremely tired, and yes, a bit cranky. There’s just nothing quite like going to work on a Monday morning, hugely pregnant, hearing random people say “Oh, you’re still here?” (It’s one thing if my friends say it, but it’s just downright annoying when it’s someone that doesn’t even know your name!)
I had a doctor’s appointment this morning and found out that I’ve progressed to 1 1/2 cm dilated, and still 70% effaced. What does that mean? Well….nothing really. I’ve heard stories of women walking around 3cm dilated and 100% effaced for two weeks without going into labor. You just never know.
So there you have it. I’m trying to enjoy these last few days (hours???) as a family of three and trying to pull my mood up out of the ditch. Maybe this picture will help :)