happy wednesday, friends. mrs bluemont stopped by to request an update, so i thought i’d oblige, especially since i want to encourage calm pregnancy thoughts for her, instead of worrying about poor little ol me.
so. as of today (37w3d) sparky has not quite decided to join us yet. saturday’s false start inspired midwife michele to have a good feel of sparky’s size, and she is now highly recommending that sparky try to make her arrival before 40 weeks. and so, i am now working hard to bring on and keep the contractions going. lots more walking during the day, coupled with squatting and yoga ball writhing about. at night, i’m trying to take it easy, longer baths, etc, so that i sleep well. the other night, i slept terribly, and woke up with my jaw clenched; i think i was contracting in my sleep. last night, however, i was so tired that i slept nearly 11 hours straight. (and i feel a nap coming on.)
today, i’m not having rhythmic contractions (yet), but i am the crampiest i’ve been so far. i feel like i am having the worst period ever, that if i stand up, surely i’ll feel that awful gush of blood. my back aches. my hips are groaning. my pubic bone throbs. when sparky swivels her butt from side to side, i want to thump her and ask her not nicely to pick a position and stay with it. i’m pretty confident she is finding her way lower into my pelvis. i have a midwife appointment tomorrow evening–at home, yes!–and i am hoping that it brings news of progress.
one of the women from my birthing class had her baby late last week. the story from my midwives goes like this: night #1, she thought her waters were leaking, but they weren’t. she was having mild contractions and was so excited that she couldn’t sleep. night #2, real contractions woke her up and she couldn’t sleep. night #3, she was finally fully dilated, but was so exhausted from 2 nights of no sleep that her contractions petered out and she had no strength to push. after 4 hours of the midwives trying everything in the midwife book to get the baby out, she was finally transferred to the hospital. pitocin, epidural, and suctioning ensued, and a healthy 9lb baby boy finally, finally emerged.
michele told me this story for 2 reasons:
1. to get me to make myself rest as much as possible at night.
2. to remind me that, statistically, i now have a better chance of having a quick, easy birth.