Its official. I am two days away from 39 weeks! Huh? And I tell you what - it is SO different being in this position - I mean usually I am either blindsided by early births or hoping and praying for the baby to stay in. But this time - this time has been different - it feels so weird - like NORMAL. And for me, thats weird.
Everything was going as expected until almost 35 weeks (lots of braxton hicks and the like) and then it hit me. I wasn't feeling well. My contractions were getting stronger and more frequent and after about two days of sitting on the couch drowning my guts in water I gave her a week - one week until she would come out. Except that would only be 36 weeks and that did not fall in line with THE PLAN. John and I made a plan - we would bring this baby home - AND for once, I might just hold her and spend some quiet time with her after she was born - that was the plan.
So John called a home teacher and they gave me a blessing. I went to bed right after and woke up a few hours later only to discover that my belly had actually RELAXED. Oh the relief! It was SORE from contracting and it felt sooooo sooooo good. It took a couple of days after that for everything to stop completely. And when it stopped - it STOPPED. Nary a contraction for more than two weeks! Not only that, but I felt GOOD. Really good! I felt like I was at 20 weeks again and I kept forgetting I was pregnant.
John and I laughed about it a little bit. I've had priesthood blessings before - miracle ones that have solved my problem immediately or at least gave me comfort and strength. So why was I so surprised that it worked? That seemed funny to me. AND in this blessing John didn't bless that she would stay in longer per se - mostly just that I would have a better understanding of miracles. And I do :)
And then last week I started contracting again. Yes-No, Yes-No. This little girl can't make up her mind and I'm starting to think she has taken up permanent residence in there. Which would be fine except she keeps growing, and really, don't you think she would be interested in a bigger place by now? Maybe one without ribs under her bony knees? I wish I had a longer torso. Everyone with long torsos should count their many baby blessings.
Anyway I am still doing well. This week I officially became uncomfortable. I guess its a blessing to experience that, right? UGH. It seems like I get about one day a week when I wake up with energy. I have been spending those days scrub, scrub, scrubbing this house and I still haven't accomplished all that I would like to. Then I pay for it for the next day or two. And then I write long, whiny posts about how tired my body is of Braxton Hicks. Make a decision and go with it already! Pick a day, wait for it and then do your thing - is that so hard?
I've decided being on the other side is making me a wee bit onery. I'm sorry if I ever called any of you other-siders wimps. That was unsympathetic, insensitive, and uncalled for.
Meanwhile, I had cleared my schedule (mostly) to have a new baby about now so I have nothing left to do but sit and wait - and play with the little bear cub, who unfortunately has been a little cranky himself these past few days. I guess its catching.
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