I'm not sure if anyone even reads this anymore or has any care to keep up with another 40 weeks of my rambling about my developing fetus, but it sure allows me an arena to share my thoughts, concerns, fears and excitements about becoming a mother of two.
Let me preface this post by saying that I have taken the time to read over my posts from the last pregnancy and in all ways this pregnancy is completely different. At this point I am reasonably established into the *2nd Trimester* the coveted achievement of pregnancy (short of the baby) in which you are sleeping through the night, have loads more energy and all of the morning sickness has subsided. Well...that's a CROCK! I'm not trying to sound ungrateful as I am ecstatic to be expecting our second child, however I am feeling miserable. I still have the *all day* sickness, headaches, exhaustion, and can't remember the last time I slept through the night. I'll warrant that the exhaustion might have something to do with chasing a toddler around all evening after working a full day, but it seems worse than what might be expected. At this point I am just trying to make it through each day--praying that the next will be better.
On a more positive note as I do find pregnancy to be a beautiful and exciting endeavor, I have begun to "show." In my mind it feels awfully early to be in maternity clothes even though I know that I was already in full maternity attire by this time with Michaela, however I also was eating everything in sight (go figure). I was able to purchase some new (and very fashionable) maternity clothes this weekend which helped with morale, even if nothing else. In other exciting news, I am fairly certain that late in the evenings when I'm lying in bed still and quiet that I can feel the flutter of my baby. Gentle, subtle little movements that I *think* are my baby. We have made every effort to include Michaela in the whole process while explaining to her that there is a baby in my tummy and that she is going to be a big sister. I know that her 16 month old mind only vaguely comprehends the concepts which are often abstract even for an adult but she very thoughtfully pats my tummy daily and says "baybee" in her adorable 16 month old speech. And ever so gently kisses my belly then smiles proudly as she says "baybee" again.
I can't imagine how another child could be nearly as cool or loving as my sweet little girl. I am so excited to see how her compassion will translate into the ever helpful big sister. So much is yet to come on this exciting journey. Next doctor's appointment is Monday--should be relatively uneventful but will hopefully get to hear the heartbeat again! Our BIG ultrasound is scheduled for October 13th when we will find out if we're having a boy or a girl. Until next time--here's hoping that the bliss of 2nd trimester will soon find me.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Week 1: She's PERFECT!!!!
So, Wednesday was supposed to be the big day. My induction was scheduled for 7:30 am and all seemed to be according to plan. However, little Michaela decided that now, 7:30 wasn't soon enough for her.
I started having contractions at 3 am. Within 1 hour they went from being 8 minutes apart to 3 minutes apart. We arrived at the hospital at 6:30 with the contractions a constant 3 minutes apart. The set me up on all of the monitors and began watching my contractions. At that time I was 3 cm dilated. After some difficulty monitoring her heart rate using the external monitors, at 8:30 they broke my water and switched to internal monitors. My contractions progressed normally for about an hour before they started the pitocin. Once they started the pitocin they intensified a bit but didn't become any more frequent. What they did notice however, was that her heart rate seemed to drop with every contraction. At 12:30 after 9 hours of labor I decided to opt for the epidural. I was 5 cm dilated and more or less stuck. They increased the pitocin a bit and at 1:30 I was 5.5-6cm dilated. For the next six hours I stayed at this point without any progression. The doctor and nurses had serious reservations about increasing the pitocin any further because with every contraction her heart
rate dropped to a concerning 90 beats per minute. Of course it stabilized after every contraction but in order to make my labor progress the contractions needed to be more frequent and stronger which also meant more frequent drops in her heart rate. At 7:30 pm the doctor thought it necessary to consider a c-section. I hadn't progressed in 6 hours and there was nothing they could do to safely encourage my body to do so. I was terrified but knew that it was what I must do for the safety of my baby girl.After some preparation at 8:30 they began the surgery. Michaela was born at 8:56pm weighing 7lbs 15oz and was 21 inches long. She had a beautiful head full of curly dark hair I watched from a distance as they cleaned her and stitched me up. They finally finished the surgery at
somewhere close to 10 and I was able to hold her at long last. She is absolutely perfect!!We spent the next 4 days in the hospital and finally returned home on Sunday, May 13th--Mother's Day. Probably the very best Mother's Day gift I could have ever asked for. Trying to adjust to life at home with a new born is a difficult task and quite exhausting but I am happy to do it. Recovering from my surgery is difficult and I'm still in a lot of pain which hopefully will subside soon.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Week 41: *Gasp* I'm going to be a MOM!!!
Ok, so my stubborn little child has not yet made her appearance. She has pretended like she was ready a few times only to laugh at me when we finally got to the hospital.
So here I am a mere hours before my scheduled induction and I'm slightly terrified. The whole thought that I'm going to be a mom in less than 2 days is overwhelming. I think it was easier to deal with the idea that she could come at anytime but having a more definite point to focus on has just made me freak out more. I have felt all along that I was ready with the nursery and all and then today I am struck with an overwhelming feeling of unpreparedness. This morning I woke up early to spend some time with Alex before he left for work. I quickly became consumed by all of the little household chores that needed to be done and decided that I would leave work at 2:30 to have some time to finish up everything at a decent time tonight and still try and get a good night's sleep--from what I hear will be my last for a very long time. Having finally made it home I am quite frustrated with myself for going to work at all. My mind was all over the place and I did my absolute best to try and focus on my work and keep myself busy but as a result I wasn't able to leave until 4. This put me home considerably later than anticipated and as a result has completely drained any drive to accomplish the necessary tasks of this evening. I know they all must be completed before tomorrow but I am encountering much difficulty in finding the motivation to do so.
I am freaked out. I don't really know how else to put that. There is so much to think about and so much on my mind. So here is the low down on what is supposed to happen tomorrow. At 6:30 am, I am supposed to call and make sure that everything is still good for me to come in at 7:30. As long as everything is still the way it is supposed to be I will then go to the hospital. After about 30 minutes of prepping me and watching what my body is doing on its own, they will start the Cervadel. This is supposedly a small piece of fabric that has a time release of medication to ripen my cervix. This is designed to slowly release for 12 hours. After those 12 hours if I am making progress as I should, they will start the Pitocin to increase the frequency and intensity of my contractions. My doctor says that she anticipates that I won't actually deliver until some time on Thursday. This means a minimum of 18 hours of labor. That is a bit of a daunting forecast. Also, I'm stressed!
You see, I work with my mom in a small office and we are the only two in the office so I will obviously be out of the office tomorrow which can prevent her from being there with me. So I'm hoping that by some chance I don't actually deliver until late tomorrow evening or later in the day on Thursday. I'm sure that it is infrequent that you hear a woman ask for her labor to be long, but I just don't want my mom to miss it. It is her first grandchild and I just want my mom to be there for the delivery. Let me clarify that by the way--there at the hospital, NOT there in the room. Alex will be there the whole time and that is truly what is most important but I just can't imagine my mom not being there. I guess I just have to rely on God because these next few days are bound to be difficult!!
So here I am a mere hours before my scheduled induction and I'm slightly terrified. The whole thought that I'm going to be a mom in less than 2 days is overwhelming. I think it was easier to deal with the idea that she could come at anytime but having a more definite point to focus on has just made me freak out more. I have felt all along that I was ready with the nursery and all and then today I am struck with an overwhelming feeling of unpreparedness. This morning I woke up early to spend some time with Alex before he left for work. I quickly became consumed by all of the little household chores that needed to be done and decided that I would leave work at 2:30 to have some time to finish up everything at a decent time tonight and still try and get a good night's sleep--from what I hear will be my last for a very long time. Having finally made it home I am quite frustrated with myself for going to work at all. My mind was all over the place and I did my absolute best to try and focus on my work and keep myself busy but as a result I wasn't able to leave until 4. This put me home considerably later than anticipated and as a result has completely drained any drive to accomplish the necessary tasks of this evening. I know they all must be completed before tomorrow but I am encountering much difficulty in finding the motivation to do so.
I am freaked out. I don't really know how else to put that. There is so much to think about and so much on my mind. So here is the low down on what is supposed to happen tomorrow. At 6:30 am, I am supposed to call and make sure that everything is still good for me to come in at 7:30. As long as everything is still the way it is supposed to be I will then go to the hospital. After about 30 minutes of prepping me and watching what my body is doing on its own, they will start the Cervadel. This is supposedly a small piece of fabric that has a time release of medication to ripen my cervix. This is designed to slowly release for 12 hours. After those 12 hours if I am making progress as I should, they will start the Pitocin to increase the frequency and intensity of my contractions. My doctor says that she anticipates that I won't actually deliver until some time on Thursday. This means a minimum of 18 hours of labor. That is a bit of a daunting forecast. Also, I'm stressed!
You see, I work with my mom in a small office and we are the only two in the office so I will obviously be out of the office tomorrow which can prevent her from being there with me. So I'm hoping that by some chance I don't actually deliver until late tomorrow evening or later in the day on Thursday. I'm sure that it is infrequent that you hear a woman ask for her labor to be long, but I just don't want my mom to miss it. It is her first grandchild and I just want my mom to be there for the delivery. Let me clarify that by the way--there at the hospital, NOT there in the room. Alex will be there the whole time and that is truly what is most important but I just can't imagine my mom not being there. I guess I just have to rely on God because these next few days are bound to be difficult!!
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Week 40: Where is my baby???
So I was due yesterday and here I am still pregnant. I know that due dates are only and estimate but I am just really wanting to meet my baby girl. I'm cranky and way past miserable and every little twinge I am holding my breath that it turns into a contraction. I know that no matter what I will definitely be having this baby by Thursday (being induced on Wednesday) but the whole thought of induction really freaks me out.
I know that there are tons of women who are induced and still have healthy deliveries without the necessity of any intervention but there are also the other statistics...
30% of all inductions result in c-sections!!!
I know that there are also tons of women who have c-sections and are fine with healthy babies but again, I am afraid of a c-section. I just feel like if I am induced it could be forcing something that my body isn't ready for, but at the same time, if I wait it may result in this child just continuing to grow and being too large for me to deliver which could result in a c-section again. Induction can also put a lot of stress on the baby. I just don't want to pump my body and hers full of drugs to get her to come out, especially since I've heard that it is practically impossible to deliver after an induction without an epidural and I would really like to try and do it naturally. It is so funny how none of these things had really ever occurred to me before I got pregnant. I mean understandably so, why consume your thoughts with what decisions you'll make when you happen to be pregnant if you aren't? But what is so bizarre to me is the fact that this is all that I can think about. Honestly, I don't think a single day goes by that I don't think about when I might go into labor or what it will feel like? Whether or not I will be able to handle the pain without an epidural and how long it will take?
I think at this point the hardest part is just waiting. I get really anxious every time Alex leaves for fear that I will go into labor while he is gone. I know that very rarely does labor progress so quickly that he couldn't make it back in time but I don't want to be alone when it happens. All day I pray that nothing happens until I get home and he is there with me and then I pray all night that I will start having contractions. I never thought that I would actually be praying for pain--but here I am, every night I pray that I will go into labor before the morning. I know that everything will happen on God's timing but at this point I feel like all of the doctors are saying she's ready, I'm ready, and it should just happen. It is especially frustrating because everyone had anticipated that I would deliver early and now here I am "past due."
I'm just going crazy because everything is ready. The car seat is in the car, the bag is packed, the nursery is ready and the only thing missing is Michaela. It just feels so empty and I don't know when it will feel right or feel complete and I am going crazy with the unknown. It just feels like nothing has progressed. I know that I don't know whether or not I have dilated any further or whether or not she has dropped any further into position but it just doesn't feel like anything has changed. It still feels like she is high, I haven't been having any regular contractions and I feel like I don't know what to do.
I have been reading up on acupressure and reflexology and how those can be used to encourage labor. We have tried some of the pressure point and massage techniques but my hands and fee are so swollen that we can't apply enough pressure to the points. I mean I get big indents in my legs where the water pockets have been pushed aside but it still doesn't result in any contractions or labor progression. I guess she just really isn't ready to come out yet. Oh well--I will just have to wait.
I know that there are tons of women who are induced and still have healthy deliveries without the necessity of any intervention but there are also the other statistics...
30% of all inductions result in c-sections!!!
I know that there are also tons of women who have c-sections and are fine with healthy babies but again, I am afraid of a c-section. I just feel like if I am induced it could be forcing something that my body isn't ready for, but at the same time, if I wait it may result in this child just continuing to grow and being too large for me to deliver which could result in a c-section again. Induction can also put a lot of stress on the baby. I just don't want to pump my body and hers full of drugs to get her to come out, especially since I've heard that it is practically impossible to deliver after an induction without an epidural and I would really like to try and do it naturally. It is so funny how none of these things had really ever occurred to me before I got pregnant. I mean understandably so, why consume your thoughts with what decisions you'll make when you happen to be pregnant if you aren't? But what is so bizarre to me is the fact that this is all that I can think about. Honestly, I don't think a single day goes by that I don't think about when I might go into labor or what it will feel like? Whether or not I will be able to handle the pain without an epidural and how long it will take?
I think at this point the hardest part is just waiting. I get really anxious every time Alex leaves for fear that I will go into labor while he is gone. I know that very rarely does labor progress so quickly that he couldn't make it back in time but I don't want to be alone when it happens. All day I pray that nothing happens until I get home and he is there with me and then I pray all night that I will start having contractions. I never thought that I would actually be praying for pain--but here I am, every night I pray that I will go into labor before the morning. I know that everything will happen on God's timing but at this point I feel like all of the doctors are saying she's ready, I'm ready, and it should just happen. It is especially frustrating because everyone had anticipated that I would deliver early and now here I am "past due."
I'm just going crazy because everything is ready. The car seat is in the car, the bag is packed, the nursery is ready and the only thing missing is Michaela. It just feels so empty and I don't know when it will feel right or feel complete and I am going crazy with the unknown. It just feels like nothing has progressed. I know that I don't know whether or not I have dilated any further or whether or not she has dropped any further into position but it just doesn't feel like anything has changed. It still feels like she is high, I haven't been having any regular contractions and I feel like I don't know what to do.
I have been reading up on acupressure and reflexology and how those can be used to encourage labor. We have tried some of the pressure point and massage techniques but my hands and fee are so swollen that we can't apply enough pressure to the points. I mean I get big indents in my legs where the water pockets have been pushed aside but it still doesn't result in any contractions or labor progression. I guess she just really isn't ready to come out yet. Oh well--I will just have to wait.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Week 39: No progress
At my doctor's appointment a mere 4 days before my due date I was still only 1.5 cm dilated and 50% effaced. The baby is still engaged -3. My doctor has scheduled an induction for May 9th at 7:30am if she doesn't decide to get here before then. I have one more doctor's appointment before then.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Week 38: S-L-O-W Baby
So, our dear sweet baby girl has decided that she is still content and warm there inside me. Despite the contractions I have been having she has not dropped, nor has my dilation progressed with any notable change. In a week I have gone from 1cm to 1.5cm and from 30% effaced to 40% effaced. At this rate I should be ready to deliver in somewhere around, I don't know 18 WEEKS!!!
But alas, don't let me make you feel as if I am miserably uncomfortable running to the bathroom every 15 minutes, or that sleeping has become any sort of a complication or God forbid that I stare disdainfully at the chipped polish on my toenails knowing that there is absolutely no way I will be able to either remove or re-polish them any time in the near future. Oh no, don't let me convince you of these things. Rather, continue to ask me "Is she here yet?!?!" or "When are we going to have this baby?" Please don't stop to consider that I am well aware of the fact that "You're HUGE!!"
Let me break down these statements for you...
"Is she here yet?!?!?"-- Oh yes, I'm sorry, I forgot to mention it I did have her already. Just made a quick stop at the hospital as I passed by on my way home from work and still made it home in time to make dinner, managed to get a full night of sleep and arrive at work today looking just the same as yesterday. Oh, the large bulge in my midsection is just last night's dinner it was too delicious to pass up seconds.
"When are we going to have this baby?"-- Sorry I didn't realize this was a group effort. Why don't we compare our schedules and find out what time works best for you? Or better yet, if WE are having this baby then why have I been the only one carrying her for the past 9 months? If WE are having this baby, why don't you take over carrying her for the remainder of the pregnancy. I'm sure you'll fair just fine at this point she only kicks you in the ribs about 50 times each day.
"You're HUGE!!"--Really? I hadn't noticed. I thought that there were magic fairies in my closet shrinking all of my clothes and I thought that Alex had just replaced the mirror in our bedroom with a fun house mirror. I actually chuckle every time I look at it.
On a less sarcastic note...
Update from the doctor and my ultrasound appointment have revealed the following:
As I mentioned above I have progressed from 1 cm to 1.5 and am now 40% effaced, however the doctor was very adamant to ensure that I was prepared to go to the hospital as she thinks she may be seeing me there rather than in her office next week. Additionally, if I don't go into labor before my next appointment on Monday, we are going to talk about possibly inducing--after my due date of course. She had also scheduled an ultrasound to get an estimated weight on the baby. The ultrasound was yesterday and was probably the coolest of all of my ultrasound appointments. I was actually able to see features on her face!! I have never seen a 2D ultrasound come out so clearly and it just made me want her here that much more. The estimated that her current weight is 7lbs 7oz. Of course that is just an estimate and those estimates are often off by as much as a pound. Also, for the first time I got really sick during the ultrasound. First let me say it has been at least 4 months or more since I have laid on my back for any period of time and after laying on my back for nearly 45 minutes for an ultrasound, all of the added weight pressing on all of the blood vessels in my back I started to get nauseous and black out. This really freaked out my student who was sitting in on the ultrasound which actually made the situation quite a bit more humorous.
At any rate, if that is the correct weight...pray she gets here before she gets any bigger :-/
But alas, don't let me make you feel as if I am miserably uncomfortable running to the bathroom every 15 minutes, or that sleeping has become any sort of a complication or God forbid that I stare disdainfully at the chipped polish on my toenails knowing that there is absolutely no way I will be able to either remove or re-polish them any time in the near future. Oh no, don't let me convince you of these things. Rather, continue to ask me "Is she here yet?!?!" or "When are we going to have this baby?" Please don't stop to consider that I am well aware of the fact that "You're HUGE!!"
Let me break down these statements for you...
"Is she here yet?!?!?"-- Oh yes, I'm sorry, I forgot to mention it I did have her already. Just made a quick stop at the hospital as I passed by on my way home from work and still made it home in time to make dinner, managed to get a full night of sleep and arrive at work today looking just the same as yesterday. Oh, the large bulge in my midsection is just last night's dinner it was too delicious to pass up seconds.
"When are we going to have this baby?"-- Sorry I didn't realize this was a group effort. Why don't we compare our schedules and find out what time works best for you? Or better yet, if WE are having this baby then why have I been the only one carrying her for the past 9 months? If WE are having this baby, why don't you take over carrying her for the remainder of the pregnancy. I'm sure you'll fair just fine at this point she only kicks you in the ribs about 50 times each day.
"You're HUGE!!"--Really? I hadn't noticed. I thought that there were magic fairies in my closet shrinking all of my clothes and I thought that Alex had just replaced the mirror in our bedroom with a fun house mirror. I actually chuckle every time I look at it.
On a less sarcastic note...
Update from the doctor and my ultrasound appointment have revealed the following:
As I mentioned above I have progressed from 1 cm to 1.5 and am now 40% effaced, however the doctor was very adamant to ensure that I was prepared to go to the hospital as she thinks she may be seeing me there rather than in her office next week. Additionally, if I don't go into labor before my next appointment on Monday, we are going to talk about possibly inducing--after my due date of course. She had also scheduled an ultrasound to get an estimated weight on the baby. The ultrasound was yesterday and was probably the coolest of all of my ultrasound appointments. I was actually able to see features on her face!! I have never seen a 2D ultrasound come out so clearly and it just made me want her here that much more. The estimated that her current weight is 7lbs 7oz. Of course that is just an estimate and those estimates are often off by as much as a pound. Also, for the first time I got really sick during the ultrasound. First let me say it has been at least 4 months or more since I have laid on my back for any period of time and after laying on my back for nearly 45 minutes for an ultrasound, all of the added weight pressing on all of the blood vessels in my back I started to get nauseous and black out. This really freaked out my student who was sitting in on the ultrasound which actually made the situation quite a bit more humorous.
At any rate, if that is the correct weight...pray she gets here before she gets any bigger :-/
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Week 37: Baby Come OUT!!!
Dear Michaela,
I just want to express how much I have enjoyed carrying you for the last 37 weeks. The experience has truly been invaluable. While I am sure that you are pleasantly warm there resting on my bladder, giving it a swift kick every so often, don't you think it is about time you came out?
Honestly sweetheart, I'm not trying to rush you. I am truly looking out only for your best interest. You see, I know that you are growing because your kicks are more intense. I just think that space must be growing awfully small for a growing girl. Once you come out you have a wonderful room waiting for you. It is much larger with plenty of room for you to stretch and play. There is a wonderful soft crib and swing and beautiful pictures that hang on the walls. You will finally get to meet your daddy--to put a face with all of the music and singing. Also we have so many beautiful outfits for you and if you wait much longer they just won't fit.
Please know that Mommy loves you very much but she just feels like she's being selfish. There are so many people who want to meet you and I feel like I should share you with them. If you don't come out soon everyone will just think that I'm trying to keep you from them and then they'll get upset. I know that mommy has sounded a bit grumpy lately, but don't worry--I promise I won't be that way once you get here. You see as you get bigger and run out of space there inside, mommy is also being stretched. Stretched so much her clothes don't exactly fit and her back is getting kinda achy. I know you probably don't feel like you are ready to come out but all of the doctors assure me that you have everything that you need to make it. I promise it's not as cold out here as we say it is and we'll make sure to keep you nice and warm.
I know it is all on your time. Just know that Mommy and Daddy both love you very much and can't wait to meet you.
Love,
Mommy
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So that's the nice way of saying--I'm miserable. PLEASE GET THIS KID OUT OF ME!!!!
I've been having contractions for the last few days. They are still irregular and not very intense. According to the doctor, my cervix is open but not dilated. I'm 90% certain that I lost my mucus plug yesterday which, according to all of my parental female friends, means that I can expect to go into labor sometime in the next few days. Of course the medical personnel say that means sometime in the next few weeks. We're hoping the former rather than the latter. We finished our childbirth classes last night which now have me feeling sufficiently prepared to care for the life of another human being (please note the sarcasm!). I am very anxious to meet her though, as is Alex. We have finished her room and finally feel adequately prepared in terms of items for her arrival.
We have become very well informed on all of the alleged methods for encouraging labor, however, as of yet none of them are producing any real results. There is of course the walking, spicy food, pineapple, and other means. I am reluctant to try the Castor oil but it may very well come to that. Just pray that she gets here soon before I explode. My patience is wearing thin.
I just want to express how much I have enjoyed carrying you for the last 37 weeks. The experience has truly been invaluable. While I am sure that you are pleasantly warm there resting on my bladder, giving it a swift kick every so often, don't you think it is about time you came out?
Honestly sweetheart, I'm not trying to rush you. I am truly looking out only for your best interest. You see, I know that you are growing because your kicks are more intense. I just think that space must be growing awfully small for a growing girl. Once you come out you have a wonderful room waiting for you. It is much larger with plenty of room for you to stretch and play. There is a wonderful soft crib and swing and beautiful pictures that hang on the walls. You will finally get to meet your daddy--to put a face with all of the music and singing. Also we have so many beautiful outfits for you and if you wait much longer they just won't fit.
Please know that Mommy loves you very much but she just feels like she's being selfish. There are so many people who want to meet you and I feel like I should share you with them. If you don't come out soon everyone will just think that I'm trying to keep you from them and then they'll get upset. I know that mommy has sounded a bit grumpy lately, but don't worry--I promise I won't be that way once you get here. You see as you get bigger and run out of space there inside, mommy is also being stretched. Stretched so much her clothes don't exactly fit and her back is getting kinda achy. I know you probably don't feel like you are ready to come out but all of the doctors assure me that you have everything that you need to make it. I promise it's not as cold out here as we say it is and we'll make sure to keep you nice and warm.
I know it is all on your time. Just know that Mommy and Daddy both love you very much and can't wait to meet you.
Love,
Mommy
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So that's the nice way of saying--I'm miserable. PLEASE GET THIS KID OUT OF ME!!!!
I've been having contractions for the last few days. They are still irregular and not very intense. According to the doctor, my cervix is open but not dilated. I'm 90% certain that I lost my mucus plug yesterday which, according to all of my parental female friends, means that I can expect to go into labor sometime in the next few days. Of course the medical personnel say that means sometime in the next few weeks. We're hoping the former rather than the latter. We finished our childbirth classes last night which now have me feeling sufficiently prepared to care for the life of another human being (please note the sarcasm!). I am very anxious to meet her though, as is Alex. We have finished her room and finally feel adequately prepared in terms of items for her arrival.
We have become very well informed on all of the alleged methods for encouraging labor, however, as of yet none of them are producing any real results. There is of course the walking, spicy food, pineapple, and other means. I am reluctant to try the Castor oil but it may very well come to that. Just pray that she gets here soon before I explode. My patience is wearing thin.
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