Weekly Stats...

November 22, 2010
2cm
60%


Novemeber 18, 2010
1cm
50% effaced
tick tock . . .

Presents

For the majority of my life, at least the portions I can remember, I have always looked forward to what was coming next. I wanted to be older, I wanted to graduate, I wanted to be married; all I every wanted was the next step.

The last eight months have obviously been filled with this wanting as well. Except with this situation the next step was being a mom and meeting the amazing person Michael and I created. But today I honestly have found some sort of peace with myself. I realize that right now in this moment is where I want to be, where I need to be. Yes, I’m looking forward to the next step, don’t get me wrong. But for once I’m starting to enjoy the current moment.

I love getting to know my husband stronger through this situation. I am enjoying learning about my body and my ability to do things unexplainable. Though frustrating she’s still on the inside, I love feeling her kick and wondering what she’s thinking.

I’m starting to understand the quote “it’s why it’s called the present”. . . .

Weekly Stats...

Still 1 cm
A little more than 50% effaced
-At least I didn't go backwards!
Back to eating my pineapple!

Weekly Stats...

November 1st:
1 cm dilated
50% effaced

A La Natural

From the beginning going natural during labor has always been my priority choice. My mom and grandmother both did it without much of any complications. I told my nurse when she first asked me back in April that my choice was to go without medication. I scheduled a class with the hospital to learn about techniques, and looked into hypnobirthing and all that fun stuff. Plus, not to mention my fear of needles runs deep and the idea of one going into my spine doesn’t thrill me.

I had never really questioned myself, but rather the people’s reactions around me:

“You know it hurts, right.”

“I’m not going to lie to you; you are going to feel like you’re going to die.”

“You do realize it’s the worst pain in the world.”

Stuff will start to weigh on you for sure, and you will start to second guess yourself and your ability to do something that nature, your body, and your baby’s body had naturally intended to happen. I’m timid when asked if I want to go natural in fear of hearing people’s reactions. I have never really been one to let other people’s opinions influence me, but when you’ve never been through something your intuitions are a little skewed.

It wasn’t until this past weekend at my birthday dinner my dear husband had put together that I realized I was truly capable of this. We were all gathered around the Old Spaghetti Factory slurping noodles and strawberry lemonades and someone asked “So you going to go natural”. My response had become my defense and went something like “I would like to, but who knows”.

It had been earlier that week Michael and I had attended our natural child birth class so it was obviously fresh on his brain, but nonetheless Michael’s reaction was “No, Aubs you WILL go natural. Remember what the nurse said, if you're hesitant about it you won’t do it, and you want to do it, right?” BAM! Hit me like a tone of bricks, yes, yes I do want to do it, and yes, yes I should tell people I want to. And best part of all I apparently have the amazing support of my husband to do it!

If this is something I really want to do the first thing I have to do is say I want to do it.

My dear dear husband, how I love him so. Thank you for letting me keep true to myself.

Madame Zaritska Labor and Delivery Prediction

The day you deliver, outside will be cold. Your baby will arrive in the early morning. After a labor lasting approximately 8 hours, your child, a girl, will be born. Your baby will weigh about 5 pounds, 12 ounces, and will be 22 1/2 inches long. This child will have amber eyes and barely there blond hair.

- I know kind of cheesey, but thought it was cute.

Waiting Game

So we have received all we are going/needing to receive through all these amazing showers that were thrown for us the past few weeks. And my nesting has been in full swing. I have all the clothes and blankets washed, the monitor is installed, the diapers are organized by sizes, the bath tub is set up with toys and cute towels, bottles are cleaned and stored, and mommy and daddy are anxiously awaiting the arrival of their little girl.


I realize I’m only at 34 weeks, full term is 37, and the latest they’ll let me carry her is 41 weeks. So technically speaking I could have two full months left before this baby is here. I also realize the power to “will” her to come early is all in my head and there’s nothing I can do at this point except wait.

And wait we will. . . I hear the Jeopardy tune every time I think about waiting.

Thankfully the next few weeks will be full of activities: headed to Springfield to meet with good friends for our annual holiday gathering, then it’s my birthday, then the best holiday of all, Halloween.

After that I’m afraid, November may be the longest month of my life. We will just sit there anticipating the first contraction, the first run to the hospital, our first baby, the first of many things.


Until then we will just wait, do do do do, da do do do, dododododododoo, bumbum