I know you’re all checking in on me, I can see it in my stats. You’re there, right between the google searches for ‘ben wa balls’ and ‘toddler sucking breasts’.
FYI my toddler doesn’t breastfeed anymore. She just snuggles them when she’s tired. Or grumpy. Or hot. Actually, I think my boobs are the go-to thing for Amy when she is being needy. I should really have pushed for a soft toy attachment, no?
Unfortunately, my silence has not been because I was off having a baby. Instead, I was playing midwife to the cat (who managed to get herself UNpregnant to the tune of 5 kittens) and nurse to one of the kittens that she ‘lost’ for 24 hours. I’m hoping it survives, but hey, if it doesn’t I have another FOUR to find homes for anyway.
So that’s it really. Since I started this post, I have gone and had a shower, during which the baby dropped about as low as he can go without simply falling out of there. I’m uncomfortable, but not contracting, so knowing my luck it will still be another 3-4 days before he arrives.
Sigh.
And hopefully the last photo I will have to post.
Cos you know I would be really annoyed if in a weeks time I was posting a 40w photo and NOT photos of my new baby.
Not flattering at all, but whoever said pregnancy was?
Except a good dose of nausea and more bloody show.
Sigh.
So contrary to what we were all hoping, I haven’t had this baby yet.
No, you read that right, I am still freaking pregnant.
Lets have a look at the stats.
10 days of bloody show.
3 days of contractions.
35C heat yesterday and similar forecast for today.
1.5cm dilated
And finally…
A baby that is estimated to be about 6lb6oz. Not huge in any way, but still a very healthy weight.
So that’s where we’re at.
I’d just like to clear up for the record, that when I say contractions, I don’t mean the painless/slightly uncormfortable Braxton Hicks contractions that I was having before. No, these are ohmyholymotherfuckingod honest to goodness painful contractions.
That get to about 3 minutes apart and 1 minute long and then STOP.
I’m tired. I’m hot. I’m getting frustrated.
I know that eventually things will ramp up and this little one will arrive, but really, I would prefer to not be exhausted mentally and physically when that happens.
So, that’s where we’re at.
Contractions got to 2-3 minutes apart in the car and then promptly stopped dead when I got to the hospital. After a little bit of monitoring, they sent me away, but wanted me to stay close by just in case.
The little one is firmly pressed against my cervix (the midwife was actually a little shocked at how low he is) and I am dilated about 1.5cm and ‘very stretchy’.
I’m having bloody show again and I don’t think it’s because of the cervix check, because she was really quite gentle (woo for gentle checks!).
I’m home now because hanging around in Town was just too stressful and feeling lots of pressure, but not that much pain.
I suppose it’s just back to a waiting game now, right?
