Week 39. It has come and just as quick has gone. Mainly because for the last 5 months I have miscalculated my due date. Nice, I know. The Dr. has charted me with a due date of 3/25 since we made the discovery of being pregnant back in July 2007. For whatever reason though I've always had in my records 3/28. Now 3 days is not really a huge deal as far as the whole pregnancy has been, but when you get to week 39 and figure out the mistake it makes for a really, really short week. Its funny though because I feel like I really lost 3 days somewhere.
I'm thinking sweet potato is feeling the same way too. Especially since she seems to be pretty content in her humble abode. It appears she's quite the happy camper in this short torso, somewhat wide, but not too heavy space. Even as the living quarters are getting smaller and smaller. She's still very much the dancer and definitely part of my lineage just due to the pure fact that she likes to eat. She makes no qualms about telling me when meal time is or how happy she is after she eats. That's something that I'm sure won't be so cute once I'm holding her vs. carrying her.
After knowing that 3/25 was my actual due date, I was a little nervous about my Dr. appointment today. Of course that was evident to me last night when I got up twice before 3am. I know pregnancy sleep is sporadic and causes frequent wake ups, but last night was outside of the norm for me. I love to sleep to much to get up that often. By the 3rd wake up I decided to be fair to me and hubby. I got out of the bed. He wasn't going to get any sleep with me tossing and turning and I wasn't gonna get any sleep trying not to toss, turn or turn the TV on.
Plus these three things were consistently running laps in my head... email, name, insurance. Like cross country laps. Not sprints. Not a 40 yd dash. I mean miles. So at 3:10 am I visited this very spot and did those 3 things successfully. Even still it was 5:34 am before I made myself get back in the bed. I knew rest would be needed for the visit today. (Note: For those if you wondering that does not mean I have a name picked out either. I was looking up the meaning of a one of the names that are in our option pool when we finally meet her.)
Honestly for this appointment, I thought they would send me right over to labor and delivery to start the "show." Instead my appointment started out with a non-stress test to see how sweet potato is doing since she is now considered a post-date baby. I'm telling you, I've got a smart child. She passed her first test with flying colors! No studying either. She's going to be just like her mom! All the other things were fine too. BP, protein, weight (gained less than 2 pounds), and my body is showing no signs of labor UNLESS you count the contractions I had while doing the non-stress test. The nurse had to clue me in that I was even having a contraction which was quite funny to me. As she was watching the monitor she said, "Oh a contraction."
"Where?" I responsed as I was trying to look at the screen.
While showing me on the monitor she asked, "Don't you feel it?"
I just laughed. Told her no. Asked her to explain to me what a contraction feels like and then reminded her to tell me when another one starts so that I can see if I feel it.
Then I yip, yip, hoorayed that if labor would be this painless I am definitely IN. I mean it's not like I have a lot of options at this point anyway, but I was comforted in knowing that a contraction could be painless for me. What a great feeling. (For my concerned co-worker... there is hope!) I'm not a wimp after all and that was without any medication. So I was very pleased when the appointment turned out to be a normal visit... relatively speaking. The only thing not normal was that we now have a confirmed due date. It's like that game you play when you're a kid and you say, "Ready or not, here I come."
On Sunday, March 30, we will be rolling out the red carpet, bringing the flashing lights and setting the back drop for a wonderful evening of stars... okay star (not plural, don't want to jinx myself. Seriously, there's only one baby in here). Now this is only the induction pre-show. Based on my Doctors estimates being induced may take up to 36 hours. That means I'll be having one of the best meals of my life before we go to the hospital Sunday and I'll be going to give some thanks to God that morning. I'll also be asking for any forgiveness that I need before they start the laboring process. I don't want this to be my payback for something I've done not so favorable in my life. Eve's curse has already made it NOT one of the most pleasant experiences for a woman.
So everybody, prayers for me and sweet potato. Safe, healthy, standard, painless, dreamy, piece of cake type of labor and delivery. (Okay I know I'm getting carried away, but you know what I mean.)
Oh and welcome to week 40 +... since it's here already.
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