Making it to September still pregnant was not how I thought things would pan out. Having gone earlier with each pregnancy, I fully expected an August baby. If I would have picked the date, I would have guessed August 31st because that was the one day Matt said I couldn't go into labor due to things going on at work. But now that I'm a week past my due date, it feels like baby Austin isn't ever going to come. I keep doing things to prepare to no avail. For example, over a week ago I made sure I had all the laundry done in the house because I felt for sure I'd go into labor in the next few days; I made sure I was stocked with groceries so that wouldn't be an imminent need. There's just no predicting when baby will actually come (unless you're getting induced).
Last week on my due date I had the midwife check me to see if there had been any progression at all. I was dilated 2-3 and 50% effaced. At the appointment this week, they did an ultrasound to check that fluids were fine as well as a non-stress test to make sure the neurological development of the baby is okay. Both checked out just fine. I'm now dilated to a 4 and 85% effaced. It's comforting to know that there's been some progress. The baby is currently measuring 8 lbs. 10 oz. Yikes! I have friends who have delivered 9 pound babies naturally, but I will admit that it has me nervous. The atmosphere at the birthing center is very relaxed about the fact that I'm past my due date. Baby checked out fine, I checked out fine, so baby will come when he's ready. The atmosphere in the rest of the world is panic, so it's hard not to feel that anxiety as well. He's only getting bigger, and with that come the potential for a few more complications--increased risk of a stillborn (from 4/1000 to 8/1000) and increased risk of needing a c-section. We all want to meet him so badly, and I'm praying that nothing will go wrong.
In terms of "do it yourself labor", nothing I've tried has worked. I mowed the backyard on Saturday (no small feat since we have a large backyard), I rollerblade the boys to school every day, weeding, mopping the floor on hands and knees, cleaning bathrooms, running up and down the stairs, walking... Nothing. (I quit running two weeks before my due date.) Despite being 1 week past my due date, my weight gain is 26 lbs., which I'm proud of because it's a lot of work to monitor gaining a healthy amount of weight gradually. However, the weight gain is now reflected in my chubby face. :(
I'm definitely tired of being pregnant--bending down, trying to find a comfortable sleep position, getting winded easily, feeling like a bloated whale. There are many things I love about being pregnant, but after 9 months, it's easier to focus on the things that make it so hard!
Here's to hoping that baby Austin decides to come sooner rather than later. I'm especially nervous about the time table now because Caleb gets baptized on Saturday!
Last week on my due date I had the midwife check me to see if there had been any progression at all. I was dilated 2-3 and 50% effaced. At the appointment this week, they did an ultrasound to check that fluids were fine as well as a non-stress test to make sure the neurological development of the baby is okay. Both checked out just fine. I'm now dilated to a 4 and 85% effaced. It's comforting to know that there's been some progress. The baby is currently measuring 8 lbs. 10 oz. Yikes! I have friends who have delivered 9 pound babies naturally, but I will admit that it has me nervous. The atmosphere at the birthing center is very relaxed about the fact that I'm past my due date. Baby checked out fine, I checked out fine, so baby will come when he's ready. The atmosphere in the rest of the world is panic, so it's hard not to feel that anxiety as well. He's only getting bigger, and with that come the potential for a few more complications--increased risk of a stillborn (from 4/1000 to 8/1000) and increased risk of needing a c-section. We all want to meet him so badly, and I'm praying that nothing will go wrong.
In terms of "do it yourself labor", nothing I've tried has worked. I mowed the backyard on Saturday (no small feat since we have a large backyard), I rollerblade the boys to school every day, weeding, mopping the floor on hands and knees, cleaning bathrooms, running up and down the stairs, walking... Nothing. (I quit running two weeks before my due date.) Despite being 1 week past my due date, my weight gain is 26 lbs., which I'm proud of because it's a lot of work to monitor gaining a healthy amount of weight gradually. However, the weight gain is now reflected in my chubby face. :(
I'm definitely tired of being pregnant--bending down, trying to find a comfortable sleep position, getting winded easily, feeling like a bloated whale. There are many things I love about being pregnant, but after 9 months, it's easier to focus on the things that make it so hard!
Here's to hoping that baby Austin decides to come sooner rather than later. I'm especially nervous about the time table now because Caleb gets baptized on Saturday!
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