Comfy Cozy

Here I am at 39 weeks pregnant. It's been two weeks since she could have "arrived at any time", with one week left until my due date, and another possible 2 weeks of pregnancy. I really hope I don't go that long; each day seems like an eternity, especially since I've had false labor several times now. It's exhausting.

I think the worst thing was expecting her to come early. Every one and their mothers have told me that the second child will normally come well before their due date, not to mention, this baby had dropped into position weeks ago, and each time I go to the doctors I am more dilated, leaving them saying things like "any day now!" And even though I tried to tell myself otherwise, there's was always that part of me that assumed she'd be here by now - especially after my last doctors appointment. They did a procedure called "stripping membranes" which is a more invasive, but still natural method to induce labor - one that will only work if your body and baby are fully ready. And since she's been so low and my body has begun early labor with my dilation, they thought that my chances of going into labor within 24 hours of the procedure was highly likely. But here I am, 2 days later and still no labor.

Positive thinking at this point is nearly impossible. I keep trying to tell myself that nothings happening yet because she's still cookin' in there, and that the longer she stays in, the more healthy she will be at birth. But now at 39 weeks with her officially full term, I can't help but be excited for the real-deal to just get going already. All the walking, jogging, spicy food & pineapple eating, oil capsule popping, yoga ball bouncing these past 3 weeks has done nothing to induce my labor, so now all I have to do is sit back, try to enjoy these final days, and know that when she's ready, she'll let me know.

However, the onset of strong Braxton Hicks contractions, or false labor, has made trying to relax and enjoy out of the question. I will contract several times over the course of an hour, and just when I start to think "okay, this is it!" they come to a dead stop. I'm at a point where I'm telling myself she wont be here until Christmas, just to make this final week(s) seem to go by somewhat fast.

Maybe I'll still get my wish and she'll arrive on Sunday, June 10th - exactly 9 months from our wedding day. I just think that would be awesome. But, for now, it's a Christmas due date in my head.

Stay tuned :)