Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Yes, you've seen that picture before. While I am as clean as I've ever been, (taking a bath or two a day to relieve the soreness) surprisingly I'm not in the mood for a picture. I've got to capture my belly being so low but...I'm just not feeling it.
And it's low people. I can feel the baby's head in my pelvis, actually engaged in my pelvis. WHY WON'T IT COME OUT?
And it's big. Our biggest baby to date has been a mere seven pounds. I think this one will be seven pounds and some ounces. Huge, huh?
There is lots of action. Like this:
Five contractions that cause a little discomfort that come every ten minutes.
Three contractions I can barely feel that come every three minutes.
NO contractions for an hour.
Ten contractions that are a little uncomfortable, mixed in with three that are barely there, over the course of an hour.
Two tiny contractions.
I forget about it and watch TV.
One big contraction that reminds me that I should pay more attention to my body.
Nothing for an hour.
Two contractions that WAKE ME UP out of my sleep and then nothing for three hours.
You feeling me here? I'm exhausted.
My uterus is so tender and sore from all this work. I KNOW this is all getting me closer and closer to my baby. I'm okay with it. I just would like a few hours with no action.
My back is hurting and so is my pelvis and head.
I don't mind waiting to hold my baby. I don't mind waiting on God's perfect timing. What I mind is the anticipation. I'm going nuts.
Is this it? Should I time these? These aren't intense enough. Better get some sleep in case this is it.
You know what I mean. AND at the same time...I LOVE the anticipation. I guess really the hardest part is just being so worn out.
I would LOVE to know how far dilated I am. If I had monkey arms, I might be able to check. My stubby little arms wont do a thing. I can ask Jeff to check, and he has and will, but, bleck, I just don't like doing that. Dilation means nothing anyway...I'm just curious.
Another thing is that I"m pretty irritable. Like everything is driving me nuts. I don't mind people asking me how I'm doing or wondering if I'm having contractions. I enjoy the attention and knowing that people are thinking about me. I just don't have an answer:
YES, I'm having contractions all day long. (They mean nothing.)
Then they say: Good ones?
or I might say:
NO, nothing is going on. (Flat out lie.)
So I don't know what to say. I just usually say not much is happening.
Tomorrow is a full moon. Lots of babies come on full moons. Therefore my baby will come on the full moon. I'm ready. Stay tuned.
Posted by Michelle at 8:23 AM