I think we were all excited (none more than me, trust me) to see if baby girl had made more progress since at the last appointment, in 5 days I went from a fingertip dilated with no real effacement to 1 cm and 75% effacement. And with one painful cervical exam (thankfully I had a Brad hand to squeeze at this one) we went from lots of hope to "well, you're about the same as last week". UGH. Fortunately my cervix has softened quite a bit and has moved forward, and baby girl is down to -2 station (which means her head is securely making its way down the birth canal), but still.
I was so prepared for this baby to be here this week and after the appointment we're setting in for another weekend as a family of two with the hope that she'll make her arrival sometime well into the 38th or 39th week. I was bummed all day (I hate when I can't shake a bad mood), but last night I spent a couple of hours in the nursery, rocking, reading and listening to music and I feel so much better. I've realized that when things have been so easy up to this point, every little bummer feels so much worse. For the first time basically the entire pregnancy, sleep is really, genuinely uncomfortable (although last night I only woke up once and slept HARD!), and baby girl is really running out of room in my very tight belly, making each and every movement (and there are lots of them) pretty unpleasant. But I continue to remind myself I have so much to be grateful for, including a healthy growing baby and an incredibly supportive, loving, helpful husband who among many MANY other things, makes my sleeping "nest" for me every night (it's getting ridiculous how many pillows have to be surrounding me to make sleep happen).
When I really stop to think about it, being a family of two a little longer certainly isn't the worst thing :)
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| My "nest": count 'em two body pillows and three regular bed pillows. We do what we need to do, I suppose! |
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