At this week's appointment I made Marcus come along so I had someone to grab onto while getting uncomfortably checked for dilation--it worked for a minute, but my instincts could not be fooled and once things got really uncomfortable, my body knew who was to blame for the current pain, and I was clinging to the doctor's shoulders as well. Luckily she gave me good news at the end of the appointment. Baby was still very low, I was 2 cm dilated and 75% effaced. She asked me how I felt about spending Christmas in the hospital, because she was fairly certain that was inevitable, I told her as long as he's healthy, there's no place I'd rather be! I'm trying hard not to get my heart set on an early baby, but let's be honest...my heart is set on it.
I recently got criticized for not being more mushy about being pregnant, and while I'm truly grateful that things have gone relatively smoothly, that baby appears to be in good health, and I fully acknowledge that growing human beings inside of us is, like, totally rad and all, I'm not going to BS that this whole being pregnant is something that I really enjoy doing, because I don't.
I know once this baby is in my arms and a part of my life, I'm going to be crazy about him, but right now, he's just something that makes me highly uncomfortable--so sorry if I admit that I prefer babies outside the womb (watch me eat my words when I can't sleep or shower...:)).
I just can't wait to meet this little guy and start to learn who he is, what he looks like and what familial traits he inherits. Forty weeks is a long time to be pregnant--I'm ready, so let's do this little guy!
floral scarf//old j.crew (similar here)