40 Weeks

I feel like I have a little person inside me wanting to come out…wait, I do and he wore me out trying last night.  He wasn’t successful in finding his way out, but he was successful keeping me from sleep, nearly sending us to the hospital, and making me sore this morning.

We went to bed (or at least started to) around 9:30, but it was about that time that I started having some uncomfortable contractions.  Jacob fell asleep easily enough, lucky for him, but I laid awake as the pain grew worse and more frequent.  Once I couldn’t lay still and take it, I got out of bed to move around and try to cope.  Once that was no longer working I went and woke Jacob up and he helped me relax and time the contractions.  We counted a long string of of them consistently only 3:30 apart (the doctor suggested 5 minutes since I’m so far progressed already) and decided to start making plans to head to the hospital. By the time we called Mom to come watch Josiah and we got her settled and us on our way in the car, things fizzled out.  We came on home and sure enough once I was in back in bed I had three more strong ones, a few lighter ones, then slipped into blissful sleep for a couple hours only to wake up to more this morning, which of course turned to nothing.  There is nothing like a good teaser.  I was SO ready to push him out!

This morning we went to our regularly scheduled OB appointment where everything checked out fine and despite my being a pig this week I still hadn’t gained weight.  Must be all the extra energy spent at night.  It turns out I’m a little farther progressed.  My OB couldn’t believe I hadn’t had him yet.  She is conservative when it comes to calling out numbers, so she still puts me at a 6, but says many would call me a 7.  I’m also more effaced at 90%.  She really was hesitant to let me head home and kind of wanted to induce or at least monitor for awhile.  I wanted to avoid induction and figure monitoring will only waste time as I’m either in mild labor or not and time will tell.  She says by Wednesday we really need an induction plan, even if it is just to break my water.  That still will only put me at 40.5 weeks, so we’ll see.  I decided to head on home to see what happens since I’m tired and Josiah and I both needed lunch and a nap.  Poor Jacob went on to work and is trying to deal with my crazy body with patience.  On our way out I was the talk of the hallway.  I must be breaking a record or something.  I guess if you can’t be known for something good, then it is better to be known for something strange rather than something bad!

Of course wouldn’t you know that my little boy who loves naps has fought it for an hour for some reason – hence me writing this now!  The one day I’m going to sleep when he sleeps and I can’t.  I think he’s out now, so I’m off to bed.  Maybe labor will hold off long enough to rest.