9/20/2015 in 2015

As I write this, I am on hour 7 of contractions. Not real contractions at least. They are far too erratic and inconsistent to be the real thing, but they hurt and are leaving me incredibly uncomfortable. I’m having trouble breathing through some of them. And all I can think is that my toes are a hot mess and the hospital bags are not packed yet. Yes, seriously. We have about 16 days or so left until my due date, and our bags are empty.

But, days after I wrote my last entry, our friends in California sent us the double stroller we wanted. I cried like a baby when I saw it at the front door. And my Aunt and Uncle sent us her swing last week. So, I am feeling better about our baby supplies. She still doesn’t have a bed and while crying my eyes out last night I asked Scott where she would sleep, and he said “No one has bought it yet?” To which I replied no, and he said “Well I guess we need to buy it then.” Haha. I guess so.

My first cervix check was not last week’s appointment, but the week before. Zip, zero, nothing. Just a little thin. I know not to expect a whole lot at 36 weeks, I am just hoping for a shorter labor and delivery for Harlow than I did with the other two. Last week’s appointment I chose not to be checked because I didn’t want the disappointment if I was in the same boat. Mostly because I lost two pounds in the 5 days between appointments. I cried and told the doctor that I wasn’t trying to hurt her or do anything bad for my pregnancy. She said she knew I wasn’t. I’m measuring right along where I should be which tells her that I am feeding baby, she doesn’t think I am feeding myself. She asked me to intentionally eat another 500 calories a day. She is worried about me being depleted after delivery. It’s not so much that I lost weight, it’s that I am the same weight I was 6 weeks ago, and that overall, my weight gain is too low. So with that being said, I have been doing my best everyday to make sure I am intentionally eating more. And after the amount of contractions I have had today, if my cervix still hasn’t changed by this week’s appointment I might just go into hiding.

Ian’s birthday was this week. My little dude is 4. I am so happy that we made him happy this week. This seemed to be the first year he really understood and anticipated his birthday. It was also the first year he had a real birthday party. We did a small one at Chuck E Cheese with just a few friends, but he was so happy to be with his buddies and have the mouse sing to him. The best was that we did it on a Friday night and there were no other kids having a party so he literally had the entire party area to himself and he was the only one getting Happy Birthday sung to him.

Ok, I think I am going to pack the bags now.