“Are you in denial that you’re in labor?”

That’s the question I got yesterday. I’ve had soooo much back pain lately, it has been miserable. Yesterday I felt like absolute crap. I took a nap at one point and woke up and still felt horrible. Around dinner time, I was officially over it and needed some relief and hot water sounded amazing. I stumbled my way to the bathroom and crawled into the tub and turned on the shower. 

HALLELUJAH!

The hubs came in to see me on all fours in the tub with the hot water raining down and he looked panicked.

“Are you in pain?” 

“Yes”

“Are you contracting?”

“No”

He didn’t look convinced. Finally, I just sat back and let the tub fill up and grabbed a towel to use as a pillow. I probably made some unpleasant noises here and there, but the water felt amazing. Then he came back and asked if I was in denial about being in labor. Trust me, I wasn’t There’s no baby today is there?! Either way, it was much needed but entertaining to see the look on his face. Poor guy.

Crazy

Since 8pm I have done the following…

Made muffins. Two types. Chocolate-zucchini and apple-carrot. 

Made 1lb of bacon. I ate two pieces and the rest is currently just hanging out on my stove. It will be lovely for BLTs tomorrow. Or cheeseburgers. Or…eating.

Did 2 loads of laundry. I might do more. Might.

Made tomorrow’s lunch for the child AND the husband.

Prepped veggie snacks for the week….sliced cucumbers, carrot sticks, orange wedges…all in individual containers for us to grab and munch. HEALTHY SNACKS!

And I’m currently debating making some gingerbread.

 

 

 

 

Someone stop me. 

Progress!

Forgot to mention, last week I caved and got a cervical exam.

1cm, 80% effaced.

Better then nothing! Cheers to 38 weeks and an uneventful weekend!

In case you were wondering

Still very pregnant. I’m going on 2 weeks of daily contractions. Yeah. About that…

Even though we’ve told no one about my pre-labor BS, my largeness has prompted comments from people. Our neighbors across the street are very sweet…hubs can’t walk out front without them poking their head out and asking if baby is here yet They have been inquiring in a sweet way and I totally appreciate them thinking of us. Family however. Well…they are used to a world of inducing labor whenever the mom gets tired of being pregnant. I’m not due until June 2, but I’ve been getting daily text messages from my grandmother (of all people) asking if the baby is here yet and saying that she needs to be out already. I know there is just a lot of excitement there, but slow your roll! I think they’re tired of me saying she’ll come out when she’s ready.

That being said, I am pretty miserable. It feels like I’ve been in a prize fight from the waist down. Last night I could barely walk, this chickadee is just making her way downtown. Sweet mother of mercy does it hurt though. I’m pretty certain she is karate chopping my pubic bone in half.

I’m just full of pleasantries lately

So close!

Mother’s Day is this Sunday…it also marks week 37. In otherwords, I will be full term!!!

*happy dance*

I’m really thankful. Sure I had “morning” sickness for way too long and all the aches and complaints of a standard pregnancy, but after trying to get to this point after so long I’m just thankful. Soon I will have a beautiful little baby in my arms. Literally years in the making

Things are going well otherwise. Last Friday we were at Toys R Us when I started having contractions. After 3 of them, lasting 1 minute and 10 minutes apart, husband decided we needed to get home and monitor the situation. After an hour of it we called the midwife to let her know what was up. We picked up the boy from school and I’ve gotta give husband some props here…he went into full on labor coach mode and I was really impressed I was on the floor and the ball and the couch and anywhere that was comfortable. It was a long 5 hours and I was exhausted so I napped since the contractions didn’t change much. I woke up to no contractions! 

Not sure if it was because she dropped or the barometric pressure we’ve had or maybe it was pre-labor, but Friday happened. It has been a week and I’ve had bouts of contractions every day since “the incident”. The contraction blocks come and go, but all day long I am cramping like crazy. Oh, and I’m VERY well acquainted with my mucous plug. With the boy, the plug came out in chunks and regrew over and over. This time? It looks like my vagina sneezed. TMI? Maybe. I’m ok with that.

 

I’m convinced that I won’t make it to my due date and my midwife is skeptical as well. We’re all ready at home with our birth supplies and its not that I want her out, I just have a feeling its coming soon. Husband isn’t thinking she will show up until June 8. We’ll see!

Whiney whiney whiney

This is the third night of ridiculously uncomfortable sleeplessness.

33 weeks and….5 days pregnant. I have a whopping 4 weeks until I’m officially “full term”. Yeah about that?

I’m not sure whats going on in there, but someone might want to let this baby know that she needs to stay put. Wednesday I had contractions for a little over 2 hours. Not the dumb Braxton Hicks kind, but steady, timed contractions. They weren’t close enough together to cause concern, but it happened. I’ve had a few here and there since then, too. I’ve been nauseous and had no appetite since then. The pressure down below has gotten progressively worse. Sometimes its really intense, breathe through it kind of pressure. And naturally, with the discomfort and aches, I’m also having a hard time resting and getting sleep at night. Lets not forget the lovely appearance of the mucous plug.

Yes, I’m complaining. She’s not allowed out to play yet. 

8 months and counting

We’re almost in the home stretch! Only 4 more weeks until I’m full-term and this chicklet can come any day. Its terrifying and exciting. Nesting has taken the form of squirrel-mode. Its like I’m hoarding food for the winter.

It doesn’t help that my new-favorite produce market has had ridiculously amazing deals. Last week I managed to snag nearly 50lbs of tomatoes, 18lbs of grapes, 20lbs apples for $22. Pickling cukes were cheap and as were other odds and ends, so naturally I got out my canning supplies!

5 quarts of marinara sauce (plus 3 half-quarts in freezer tubs)

3 quarts apple sauce (with some extra in the fridge)

6 pints salsa

5 pints dill pickles

Grapes will be frozen and made into jelly later today.

Oh yeah. Revel in that bounty. I’m feeling super lazy today, but I’m determined to finish it off. Considering baking a ton of breads and rolls this week for the freezer. I refuse to resort to questionable store-bought stuff after the baby pops out. Must maintain healthy and homemade! I realize that does sound ambitious, but at least I can do what I can. Obviously its not the worst thing if we have to buy some things at the store, but I have this ridiculous need to stock our pantry and freezer as much as possible.

Lets be real though. My big fear is having the husband go grocery shopping. Its bad enough he might have to do some of the cooking. I just want to make my life as easy as possible post-partum