{diaper bag c/o Fawn Design | maternity dress}
You’ve probably noticed that things have been a little quiet around here lately. As I near the end of this pregnancy, I’ve really been trying to take the time to take it all in. As uncomfortable as I am, as exhausted as I am, and as over being pregnant as I am, I am still fully embracing the final days of carrying this baby. My last baby. This is the end of the road for my child rearing days, and I’m feeling all kinds of sentimental about it.
When I had my 36 week check-up a couple of weeks ago, I was shocked to find out that I was already 3 cm dilated and 75% effaced. My doctor told me to go home and pack a bag, and that our sweet girl could be arriving any day. After I left the office, the signs that labor may indeed happen soon continued to come, but yet here we are, at 38 weeks and 7 days along, and this baby seems dead set on staying put, despite all efforts on my part to evict her. For awhile there, I really wanted to induce labor. I tried all of the typical things a pregnant woman at the end of her rope tries… bouncing on a ball, taking long walks, doing squats, eating spicy foods, among other things. At this point though, I’ve kind of just accepted the fact that she will come when she is ready, and I’m okay with that. Sometimes you just have to put your faith in God and His timing.
As far as how things are going around here, I haven’t slept well in weeks, and lately I seem to only have an appetite for cold things… Italian ice, popsicles, ice cream, and even plain old ice. Baby girl has dropped significantly, and as my OB put it at my 37 week check-up, “she is sitting very low”. I go for my 39 week check up tomorrow, so we’ll see if there is any progress since then, but I won’t be surprised if I have another stubborn child on my hands. It tends to run in the family.
In the meantime, my bags are packed, the nursery is ready (hoping to share the reveal by the end of the week), and I’m either nesting or resting, and spending as much quality time as I can with my other three kids. Soon enough I will be holding her in my arms, and missing this massive bump, and that’s enough to get me through to the finish line.
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