Well, I’m sitting here 39 weeks, 1 day pregnant and feeling like every time I stand up a baby is going to just slide right on out of there. The subtitle of my blog name is “I’m an over-sharer” so I do not feel bad telling you this information.
Anyways, to say that I never thought I’d make it to 39 weeks pregnant is an understatement. Everyone always tells you that every pregnancy is different. Guys, I just wasn’t expecting this pregnancy to be this different since the same vessel is carrying the child.
With Daniel, I was induced at 37 weeks because I had preeclampsia and they were like, “Let’s have a baby because it’s getting dangerous for both of you.” We had a pleasant ride to the hospital because I wasn’t in labor at all. After they broke my water, I had one more intense contraction and was like OK EPIDURAL NOW PLEASE. (I have nothing to prove to anyone, here.) I was 3 cm dilated when I got my epidural.
Now, here I sit, 4 cm dilated and the doctor is like “Well, your body is certainly ready to have this baby, but he’s not ready to come out.” 🙄
Two weeks ago, I went to bed on a Sunday night at 10:15 and at 10:30 I was like “Hmmmmmmm, are these contractions that I’m feeling??” And I was up until 4 a.m. with irregular and uncomfortable contractions. And then, they just stopped. And I was very annoyed. Like, come on. Don’t mess with me like that.
The next day I was exhausted and felt like I had done 1,000 sit ups. But there was no sign of the baby. At all. No more contraction-action. I had a doctor appointment the following Thursday, which felt like an eternity, and was 3 cm dilated and she stripped my membranes (sorry, TMI), and was like “If that worked, you’ll have the baby in 1-2 days!!”
Obviously the only thing I heard was “You’ll have the baby in 1-2 days!!” So I took action. My house has never been cleaner for a more consistent amount of time, and you guys, for the first time ever the landscaping around our house is basically weeded. Anything to make the baby come. I mean, I have never, NEVER willingly been like “I think I’m going to pull weeds for an hour!” Until now. At this point I’ll be doing it long enough to make it a habit, which would actually be really nice for the state of our home.
But he didn’t come in 1-2 days. When we got to the weekend, I was like “GREAT now he’s going to come on Daniel’s birthday and 100% of my kids will be born on the same day.”
Well, he didn’t come on Daniel’s birthday either. So obviously the day after Daniel’s birthday, I was like “The baby MUST be coming today!!” Wrong again.
Anyways, the point of the whole thing is that I am so anxious waiting for this baby to come, and have made everyone around me anxious too. I stand by the fact that had the doctor not put a 1-2 timestamp on it 10 days ago, I wouldn’t be THIS anxious.
I have to keep thinking about the positive things, like the fact that seriously, my house is SO CLEAN because I am constantly cleaning and doing laundry just in case we have to go to the hospital. And the fact that Daniel came at 37 weeks and had to be in the NICU for 10 days, so we should be fine this time around.
I AM starting to get concerned about the size of this baby though… I mean, I had Daniel 2 years ago, and I still remember pushing for 2 hours because of his huge head. And I remember when they told me Daniel weighed 7 pounds I was like “7 POUNDS!? 3 WEEKS EARLY!? WHAT IF HE WAS 3 WEEKS LATER?!”
And now, because I’ve done such a poor job of blogging during my pregnancy, here are some highlights.
- The whole pregnancy I’ve been feeling really, really good (until now when I’m just very uncomfortable and have to pee like, every 20 minutes). This was not the case when I was pregnant with Daniel – nausea for about 18 weeks, ew. I also felt this baby start moving around 17 weeks (compared to about 24 weeks with Daniel). Everyone was like “It’s because you know what you’re feeling for!” But trust me when I say, this baby moves a LOT more than Daniel ever did. That combined with the fact that I never had any morning sickness and incredible amounts of heartburn essentially convinced me that I was having a girl. The pregnancies were so different. I wasn’t going to be upset if I found out it was a boy (hello, two boys exactly two years apart = forced BFFL), but I really was so sure it was a girl.Also, side note, one of the reasons I didn’t feel Daniel move until around 24 weeks and didn’t feel him move very much for the duration of my pregnancy with him was because I had an anterior placenta, which basically means (per the doctor) that there was like an extra cushion between the baby moving and me being able to feel the baby move. The point is – if I had been pregnant with this moving machine first and Daniel the non-mover second, I would be worried all the time because of how much movement I wasn’t feeling.
- It’s a BOY! It was so much fun learning the gender and being able to teach Daniel to say “baby brother” and knowing that all of the cutesy clothes Daniel wore when he was an itty bitty baby will be the same size/season for the new baby. (Here’s to hoping the new baby is not a runt or a meatball and fits into this vision I’m having.)
- At my last ultrasound, they took the below alarming photo of the baby. I mean, does he not look like the angriest baby you’ve ever seen? So that gave me anxiety 😳
- I briefly mentioned heartburn above. At this point, I will be very disappointed if the baby is born bald. You know the old wives’ tale that is basically “heartburn = tons of hair!” Also, if the baby is born with a mane of hair, I am seriously considering naming him Mufasa. Middle name at the very least.
Anyways, we are very ready to meet this baby. VERY READY.
Any. Day. Now.