I want my baby OUT!!! Surprisingly, today is the best I have felt in almost two weeks. Less pain, no sickness, and my mood is on the up. But…I still want my baby here. Enough is enough. The anticipation of parenthood and labor and delivery is enough to make any former really scared woman surrender to the “whatever will be will be” motto and want to forge ahead with getting life moving forward again. I dislike standstills.
So in another effort to induce labor (you can see my previous attempts here) tonight I walked the mall for an hour (in pajamas!) and then decided to DANCE. Yup…I decided to try to dance my baby out…or at least dance to make my water break…or dance to give me some contractions!
It’s Hammer Time!
Around 34 – 35 weeks pregnant I started to regularly get asked, “Are you ready for this to just be over?” I always responded “No” for two reasons – First, I was still scared to death of what life would be like with baby. Although pregnant, waddling, and feeling this little girl’s now forceful kicks and punches, I still didn’t feel “ready”. Secondly, we had too many items on our “To Do List” to accomplish. An early arrival would mean our house wouldn’t be clean enough or all her clothes wouldn’t be washed! Overwhelmed by the random thoughts of things I wanted completed before her due date I asked my husband to help me create a laundry list of all the chores we wanted done prior to her arrival.
This list was a lifesaver! We did it! Of course as we wait…and wait…and wait…things get dirty again or another thing needs to be added to the list, but overall we accomplished most of what we set out to do alleviating some of the “nesting” stress we had BOTH been experiencing.
I highly recommend other couples sitting down and generating a list of things they both want to complete during this stressful time. We kept our list in the kitchen and as each of us finished a task marked it off. At first the list overwhelmed us but we quickly saw we could independently and collectively work together to “Get Ready”.
Yesterday was my official due date based off my last missed period. Oh, how I do NOT miss having my period – a definite perk to pregnancy.
Other big news is that I canceled the induction scheduled for TODAY. I calmed my fears and after talking to my OB decided it was best to give baby a couple more days to see if she will make an appearance on her own. She has one more week or else she will be officially evicted on 27 April 2011.
I feel good about the change in plans…well not physically good. The past two weeks have been challenging to say the least, but in terms of allowing my body to try to react and set me in labor naturally, I feel confident that even if I wind up induced this was the right decision for me.
Today I lost a good piece of my mucus plug (definitely don’t look up a google image of that)! A mucus plug blocks the opening of the cervix to prevent bacteria from entering the uterus. Before labor, the mucus plug is expelled so that the cervix can open to allow the baby to pass through during labor and birth. I know not to get excited – when you lose your mucus plug it could be hours, days or even weeks before the baby arrives. However, this is a positive sign showing me that my body is gearing up for the big day!
Nine months pregnant with nausea, vomiting, lower back pain, a sick sense of smell and extreme fatigue…welcome back first trimester times a million!
So for the past week-and-a-half I have battling a nasty “sickness”. It started last Monday when I started to feel nausea on-and-off throughout the day. I woke up fine on Tuesday and ate a normal breakfast, but after lunch I was in the bathroom throwing up everything that could possibly rise from my stomach. I’ve had stomach viruses before, but this felt different. Besides feeling nauseous and vomiting I didn’t feel sick in other ways (if that makes any sense). Of course we called our doctor who said 1. It could be a stomach bug OR 2. It could be signs of pre-labor due to the change of hormones.
Wednesday came and went with me feeling fine. Thursday some minor nausea and Friday, well I was good enough to make a trip to the only Friendly’s in Northern Virginia! And then there was Saturday…
On Saturday I had my good friend Casey’s bridal shower. I woke up feeling awful, the worst I felt in days. I was so incredibly nauseous that I was getting ready for the shower I had to stop every few minutes to still my body to stop the wave of sickness. I knew I shouldn’t have gone to the shower but I wanted to be there so badly! Once it was time to eat at the shower and I walked around the table trying to decide what might sit well (I had not eaten in 14 hours at this point). I knew my time there was numbered because the look and smell of all the food made me find the nearest toilet…let’s just say shortly thereafter I was in the car, driving home, crying mascara tears.
I spent the remainder of Saturday sleeping…and sleeping…and sleeping some more. By the seventh month of pregnancy I basically gave up on sleep as I spend most nights tossing and turning. I knew my body had shut down on Saturday as it was actually forcing me to sleep regardless of any big bump discomfort.
Today I finally feel recovered, not at 100% but any percentage is better than the 0% I felt on Saturday! I went and saw the doctor again and she is confident that all my symptoms are due to hormones. Apparently, this late in pregnancy it is normal to have first trimester symptoms come revisit prior to the baby’s arrival! This is awful news considering I didn’t even have these symptoms when I was in the first trimester of pregnancy! So now I am trying to take each day and awful symptom as it comes, hoping the final day until her birth is shortly upon us.
My sister-in-law sent this to me via email. Typically I do not open forwards but neither does she…so I knew it must be worthy of a read coming from her!
This is a wonderful “prayer” written by Tina Fey…I want to pass this along to all the current mom’s and mom’s-in-waiting like myself…thank you for your love, dedication, and true sacrifice of self that begins many, many months before your child is placed in your arms.
I hope you all LAUGH & CRY simultaneously like I did…
The Mother’s Prayer for It’s Daughter
First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered,
May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half
And stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her
When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the nearby subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock N’ Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance.
Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels.
What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.
Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long,
For Childhood is short- a Tiger Flower blooming
Magenta for one day-
And Adulthood in long and Dry-Humping in Cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever,
That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers
And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister,
Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends,
For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord,
That I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 a.m., all-at-once exhausted,
bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.
“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck.
“My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental note to call me. And she will forget.
But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
Last Tuesday I cleaned out my desk and packed up a box of personal belongings kept at work – bills, tax documents and other odds-and-ends that should probably be stored at home but had never made their way back to their originating spot! This is the cleanest my desk has been probably since starting with my employer, almost 6 years ago!
Lucky for me my Program and Project Manager agreed to let me work from home the last week and a half of my pregnancy.
In other locations working from home may not be highly desirable, but in the DC Metro area where a one-way commute is typically 1.5 hours, the ability to forgo waking early to shower, dress, and sit in traffic gives me back approximately 3.5 – 4 hours of my life each day!
I will be returning to work after the baby is born, but will be off for sixteen weeks! My company will cover my pay for twelve of the sixteen weeks using a combination of short-term disability and paid paternal leave along with maxing out my paid time off. The last four weeks that I am home will be without pay.
I am looking forward to spending time with my baby and husband without feeling rushed to get back at the job right away. And I can’t wait to turn the computer off and become disconnected….
Well my bags are almost packed! My husband has stressed me out about having my hospital bag ready at approximately 32 – 33 weeks. He was convinced we would go into early labor (too early labor…men have no idea until they have gone through this once that the lucky, safe number is 37 weeks). Anyhow, I finally purchased and packed up the items I think are critical during our stay minus a few last minute things I hopefully have time to throw in the suitcase.
Here is what I included…
1. Baby coming home outfit (1 outfit that is newborn size and 1 that is 0 – 3 months…we don’t know how small or big she may be).
2. Mommy coming home outfit…maternity top with a choice of black sweat pants or black sweat capri’s (not trying to look fancy here).
3. Flip-flops for potential walking/laboring at hospital. Also will be handy for showers at hospital.
4. Breast-feeding Bravado brand tank top…only one for now, they are $50 per tank top. With an already busty top-half the Target brands just wouldn’t provide the support my “twins” need!
5. Two pairs of new pajamas! I LOVE pajamas. I purchased one set that has a top and bottom. Although the top doesn’t have buttons (needed for easy breast feeding) it has an elastic area that is easy to pull down. I also purchased a cute one piece night gown…normally NOT my style however, several mom’s told me that if I have a c-section or tear bad “down there” it will be easier and more comfortable to not have bottoms on. Best prices and variety at Marshalls!
6. Granny panties! Purchased a box from Motherhood Maternity that have a fold down (in case of c-section) and another set from Marshalls that is a soft material with no tough elastic.
7. Pads…it is a sad thing but after 9 months of no period I have been informed I will bleed after birth, like a period, for potentially weeks. And although the hospital supplies pads I have heard mixed reviews on them so I purchased a small box.
8. Nipple cream and breast pads.
9. The Moby Wrap! I have heard this thing is a life saver but a bit complicated to use. The hospital told us if we bring it with us a lactation specialist will show us how to wrap it correctly!
10. Toiletries ranging from travel sized shampoo/conditioner, face wash, tooth brush etc.
11. Husband’s clothing items…”swishy” pants, two t-shirts, boxers and socks.
Still needed…lap top, cell phone charger, camera, video camera, magazines, and snacks! Oh and my birthing ball!! It isn’t packed because I am using it now, but it will be coming along!!
Did I miss anything important?!