When I was in 2nd grade I can remember riding the bus to school. I always sat with a particular friend and her 6th grade brother always played jokes on us telling us things and then a few minutes later saying "SIKE!"
I feel like this baby (or just the labor maybe) is that 6th grade boy.
I have been having tons of prodromal labor. Totally timeable contractions that seemingly get me absolutely nowhere (I know that they are getting my body ready and getting baby ready, but I just dont' feel it). Very frustrating.
Last night I really thought I was in labor. I mean really really. I had been having random contractions all day while we were out running errands and such. Then as I was feeding the kids dinner they started to get harder and we rushed to get the kids in bed (we had planned a little at home dinner date after the kids went to bed so we weren't eating with them). I couldn't even finish putting the kids to bed because the contractions were so hard and so close together. I went and laid down while H finished their bedtime routine and I started timing contractions. They were getting stronger, but farther apart. Weird. We ordered in dinner like we had planned and ate dinner. I had contractions all through dinner and then I went to lay down to try to sleep while H went to work on the house some more.
After maybe 30 minutes of laying in bed the contractions were getting really hard so I went and asked H to take a shower and come lay with me. He did and we decided that we should try to sleep for when things really got going.
He quickly fell asleep and I laid in bed contracting. That was around 10 or 11pm and I woke up around 1am to pee. I got went and when I got back in bed I knew I couldn't sleep through the contractions. I kept telling myself "if the next one is harder I will wake up H" and then the next one would be harder and I thought, "well, I got through that one okay, but if the next is harder I will wake him up" I kept telling myself that over and over and then found myself sleeping in between contractions until I finally woke up around 4am and realized I wasn't contracting anymore.
Today I have been having contractions off and on and some I have to stop what I am doing and some I do not. I am just feeling so ready to meet my baby and this is all just so different to me than it was with M. I feel lost.
Also, I have been really feeling like baby is a girl and she would be born the first week in March for a long time. Then the other night (Wednesday maybe) I woke up to contractions and as I was laying in bed timing them, I had this really strong feeling that baby is a boy and won't be here for a while. Very odd. I didn't tell anyone that and that morning V told me that the baby in my belly is a brother. The whole time he has been saying it is a sister. Totally weird. The next day he was back to saying sister again though. So now I really don't know!
Yesterday though, while I was installing the carseat in the car, V asked when I was going to push the baby out. I told him when the baby was ready. He told me to ask the baby when it would be ready and was asking if it was dark in my belly. I told him it was probably pretty dark so he said he thinks the baby wanted to come out that day. They say kids have a sense about these things, but my kids must be a little off! Either that, or maybe they are right on and baby thought it wanted to come yesterday and then had a change of heart.
Either way, I am excited to meet this new little person, but we will wait until he/she is ready. I just hope for a little bit of rest at least before labor hits!
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