// So, I haven’t really posted anything lately.//

Because, well, I had a baby. Woo! Hilariously enough, my water broke a couple of hours after I made that whiny post on the 13th about my painful contractions. Guess that solved the “is it or isn’t it labor” puzzle for me! I’ll post a proper birth story and all that in a bit, but for now, here he is making googly eyes. Too cute, amirite?

Oh and I’ll also say that it was an AWESOME birth, and I can’t believe how easy it was. I only got one stitch and it took less than 6 hours start to finish. Woooooo!

// Dear Body,//

Please please please please either go into labor for real or stop having such painful contractions that I have to stop what I’m doing and curl up in the fetal position yelping every 5 minutes.

Love,

Me

// Happy due date to meeeeee!//

I can’t wait to evict this little freeloader and meet him finally!

Unfortunately, things are not going well. Well, they aren’t going poorly (yet), but my doctor is Concerned. And I don’t like the sounds of that. At my appointment this morning he commented on baby’s heartrate and size again - at the last few appointments the heartrate has been on the slow side, and this time it was REALLY slow. So slow that he sent me in for a NST at the hospital right away. Thankfully everything looked ok at the hospital - the first 10 minutes were a little scary as baby was sleeping and not much was happening on the charts, but the last 10 minutes made up for it. So the hospital doc wasn’t concerned about the heartrate. (Although apparently my heartrate was really elevated. Weird?)

As for the size thing, they’re concerned not because he’s really tiny (he’s on the small side but not abnormally so - probably about 7lbs and a couple ounces right now) but because his growth curve isn’t where it ought to be at this point. As my doctor explained, normally growth slows close to the end of pregnancy, but there’s been next to ZERO growth for quite some time now. So I’m booked for an induction on Wednesday now.

I’m trying not to be too worried about the heartrate and size issues, because I figure if it was really really bad they would have induced me today, not waited another 5 days, right? And his movements have been good, and his position is ideal, and my doctor says that my body is “really favorable” to going into labor on its own before Wednesday. But I hate the idea of being induced. I’ve been planning a natural birth for months now, and I’m scared of the cascade of intervention forcing me into a c-section, and I’m worried that the Pitocin contractions will be so painful that I’ll cave and get an epidural.

// Wednesday Whine//

I am soooooo sick right now. :( And I’m not even getting progressively better, which is the most depressing part. I have a sore throat, a hacking cough, an alternately stuffy and runny nose, and now also a goopy eye and *TMI alert* unpleasantly frequent runny/burny poops. I’m a freakin’ wreck.

I mean, on the plus side, I have a voice again, so that’s an improvement? But the eye and poop things are new, so it sorta balances out.

// Phew.//

*deep breaths* It’s gonna be ok, I think.

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// Whoa whoa whoa.//

Ok. So. I have less than 5 weeks until my due date now. And I’ll hit the full term mark in less than two weeks. What the actual fuck, this is ridiculous. I could pretty much have a baby any minute now.

…

And y’know what that means?

// Eeeee!//

Paul is such a prince! We were sitting on the couch watching tv and I mentioned that I could really go for a diet coke right now. He immediately got up and put his jacket on and asked me if there was anything else I wanted while he was at the corner store getting it.

I really, really, really love that man. :)

// Poop-a-doop.//

I’ve felt crappy all day today, and now I feel like a failure because I can’t even cook a pot of rice properly, somehow.

I put it on the stove with the right amount of water, brought it to a boil, turned it down to simmer and covered it and set the timer, but when the timer went off it wasn’t cooked properly. :( Either I’m losing my mind, or my stove totally sucks. Or maybe both? Or the third option is that someone else turned the burner off and then turned it back on, just to mess with my mind.