Before I get into the post, can I simply say a huge THANK YOU! It isn’t for anything specific. Simply the continued support you all show by coming back day after day, commenting with uplifting words and fun anecdotes, and helping my little blog develop and me to grow. I have no set plans with this blog except to be myself, have fun, and see where that (and God) takes me. Things have far exceeded any expectations and I have you to thank for a good part of that. So…
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So, guess who is still hanging out in my belly? Not only my grilled panini and salad dinner, but also the balled up mass named Braedon. It really shouldn’t frustrate me so much. After all, my due date is not for another 2.5 weeks. I shouldn’t be so over him still chilling in there, but I am. Why? Well, a few reasons.
1. My official due date of January 21st is based off of my first ultrasound. My original due date was January 11th. A week from today. I know when I ovulated because we tracked my cycles. Based on that date, I should reach 40 weeks on the 11th. However, I had a smaller peanut in my belly at the original ultrasound and that pushed my date back 1.5 weeks. How nice. Not.
2. Baby B now measures a week ahead of my official due date. So, in other words, he now measures on track with what my due date should be but there’s no changing it. So I just get listed as carrying a bigger baby. Joy. Not.
3. The entire pregnancy my midwives have told me to expect an earlier delivery. Makenzie came at 38 weeks and the 2nd usually comes sooner than the first. I had contractions starting at around 6 months pregnant and that could lead to an earlier labor. The whole due date scenario meant I should deliver on the earlier side. Remember when they even said their goal was to get me to Christmas? I love being teased like that. Not.
4. I have had more false labor than I thought possible. I don’t think a day has gone by in the past week where I haven’t had at least an hour or two of mild contractions. They never progress. I love the little games my body plays. Not.
5. I have so many signs. I feel dilated. In other words, when I stand up I feel like I have a bowling ball between my legs that I can no longer hold onto and is about to fall out. I have been a nesting mad woman. At least our house is clean. I’ve lost the “plug”. I will leave that there. Even I think that might be TMI to share more about. I have dropped. Baby B isn’t riding so high anymore. My belly suddenly feels smaller and I can breathe again. Shouldn’t this all add up to something? Apparently not.
But I must remember – God’s timing is best. Plus, while he chills in there, I get to do important things. Like play with Makenzie…
…have some extra relaxing nights chilling with my wonderful husband…
…do fun workouts (gotta love Peter’s fabulous action shot while I did a low impact step video a few days ago)…
…and help watch my nephews so my sister-in-law can get the help she needs when not feeling well (like happened today – and I hope you’re doing better, Marie!).
I’m still ready. But I can be patient. And I can secretly hope that this post will lead to the irony of me going into labor shortly after publishing. Hey. Just being honest. 😉
Question of the Evening – Let’s have a little fun. When do YOU think Baby B will make his grand appearance based on the above info?
