Friday, July 6, 2012

39 and counting...

I was so excited to go to my 39 week appointment.  I was a little bummed about still being pregnant since EVERYBODY said I would go early...and here we are...

I was feeling a little nervous about this appointment since my regular OB was on vacation and I had to see somebody new.  I wanted to make sure he knew my history and we were on board with getting this baby to come out!

Turns out he was a VERY nice OB.  He doubled checked all the notes in my file and even did a check to make sure my water hadn't been leaking or anything.  Baby's heartbeat was fantastic and then came time for him to check me.  I was CERTAIN I would be at least 2 cm dilated or something since we were so close.  Then I heard it "You're maybe a full centimeter."  My heart just sank.  Is he serious?  I want to meet my baby now!  He said he would try and strip my membranes and manually stretch our my cervix to help it along.  Painful - yes.  Maybe a guy could warn a lady about that...

I left the appointment feeling pretty deflated.  I know both our families were anxious to hear how the appointment went and if I was progressing at all and it's just hard to call and say "Probably not this week either."  I even cried a little on the phone to my sister.  I just wanted it to be time.  Not because I was entirely sick of being pregnant, but because I didn't want to think about it anymore.  Any pain or twinge or cramp stops you dead in your tracks and you think "What was that?"  You look at the clock and note the time to make sure you don't get another one of those pains in 5 minutes.

Turns out the doctor knew what he was doing...

Contractions started for me while I was making dinner.  I even had to have Mark finish the taco meat while I breathed through some of them.  I wasn't entirely convinced it was real labor so I didn't really mention anything and we went about our evening.  Tacos were delicious and I even made puppy chow for a snack that evening!  We took our daily walk with Ruby and that's when I knew it might be the night - I only made it to the corner :)

Bedtime came around and I told Mark to get some sleep and I'll hang out on the couch.  I wasn't sleeping much through the night anymore anyways, and I was going to be making sure I wasn't in labor all night.  Mark had to go to work the next day and I didn't so me and Ruby set up camp in the living room.  Puppy chow, ice water, and Law & Order SVU marathon. 

It was the perfect set up until about 3 am when the contractions were about 7 minutes apart and hard to breathe through...time to wake up Mark...