I figured maternity leave would have provided me an abundance of time to sit down and write, but so far that just hasn’t happened. Thank you so much for your comments on my last few posts. I apologize for not taking the time to respond to everyone! The days are just getting away from me.
We have made really great progress getting the house more settled in the last 10 days or so. We finally have living room furniture, there’s some art on the walls, and the best part–the nursery is almost finished! Yay! The closet, cabinet and bedroom doors are all still being sanded and painted, but the room is totally functional without them, so I’m calling it good enough. I’ll do another post with pictures because I really love how it all came together.
I am currently making my way through week 39 of pregnancy, and I am feeling every last moment of these 39 weeks. I have absolutely nothing exciting to report. No painful contractions, no dramatic loss of a mucous plug… just a string of very uncomfortable days. Some days I have tons of energy, and some days I have very little. Yesterday, I woke up feeling fantastic. Today, I woke up feeling like a slug. Poor Catch never really knows what she’s going to get.
At my OB appointment last week on Tuesday, I was almost 1.5 cm dilated and she said I was 80% effaced. Today, I was 3 cm dilated and 70% effaced. I’ll cut her some slack on her over-estimation of last week’s effacement… hopefully she wasn’t exaggerating the dilation today! She was very pleased to see some progression, but it could be pretty meaningless. We still have no clue whether it will be hours, days or weeks. (Please, please, please let it be the first two.)
I will say this about cervical exams: it pays to have a doctor with tiny hands. Man do those things hurt. Today was exceptionally painful as she did a stretch and sweep while she was down there. Not fun. At all. BUT, she did say that I’m pretty tough because she was really rough with me and I didn’t make her stop. Why does it feel like such a compliment to have your OB tell you you’re tough when she’s got her hand far enough into your vagina that she can feel your unborn child’s head?
(Notes from the stretch & sweep: Lots of cramps and bleeding in the hours after, but it’s been about 8 hours now and things are feeling reasonably normal at this point.)
I have really mixed feelings about everything right now. There’s a huge part of me that is just SO READY to meet our baby… but there’s an equally huge part of me that is terrified. Labor scares me. Parenting a tiny human scares me. Thinking of how our lives are about to change really scares me. I’m honestly doing my best to just stop thinking. It seems to work better that way.
So, baby watch continues. We would REALLY love for her to come tomorrow while my OB has a 24 hour shift at our hospital (otherwise, we get whatever doctor is on call), but I’m not holding my breath at this point. I honestly have a feeling it’s going to be another week.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an exercise ball to go bounce myself to death on.