I'm still doing well, but starting to get to that anxious "when is it going to happen??" stage. I've been having a lot of contractions, but still nothing regular. Yesterday during church they were starting in my back and wrapping around to the front, but those fizzled after awhile. I'm pretty sure that is a sign that something "real" is starting to happen and I probably don't have too much longer until I get to meet my little girl, but I also know it can still be a few days/couple of weeks.
I think what frustrates me is that as of 11 days ago, I know I have no mucus plug. Labor is generally within 3 days of losing that (ha!) but can take 2-3 weeks. Being at the 11th-day-after-finding-out-it's-gone point SHOULD mean no more than 10 days...right? RIGHT?? I really dislike all the pregnancy signs that could mean nothing or something. They don't bother me at all and I'm fully aware of them all until I get to this point. And then I'd just really like some kind of definite indicator that something is about to happen. I actually feel like I wouldn't care if my water broke in some embarrassing display at the store because at least then I would KNOW.
The nesting urge is strong right now...very strong. On Saturday, I spent the entire day cleaning and organizing Hazen's and my bedroom to make room for the baby. I even emptied out both closets, boxed up things we don't need, moved some of the baby's things into Hazen's closet (that really made him happy, haha), went through my clothes and made a donation pile...I've been busy. Yesterday, I put all the numbers in my cell phone into our address book (I had nightmares about it the night before, so it *had* to get done), cut up an old shirt to use as diaper liners for the meconium days, and made our emergency contact list and list of things to grab as we're running out that door that I can't pack in advance (pillow, IPod, birthing ball, make-up, etc). I would have done much more, but we had church and errands that took up a lot of my day...and totally wore me out. Today, my plan is to put together the broken dining room chair (long story), make my IPod playlist, load my IPod...and clean the house. Yes, the entire house. It's a mess and I can't stand it anymore. I know I need to be careful and not overdo it, and that I should be spending these last days resting, but the overwhelming urge to DO things is just too much. I know the baby isn't going to care if the house is a mess when we get her home, but gosh darn it I WILL! And I'm feeling good, so that has been helpful. I think she has dropped--breathing is easier, my rib pain is much less pronounced (thankfully...that was really awful), I can eat again, and my waddle is something impressive.
My next appointment is tomorrow at 5:00. I'm so nervous she will tell me I have made zero progress in the last two weeks. Again, I KNOW it doesn't matter (you can be 0cm and have your water break, or 4cm and hang on for days), but it would still be really nice to find out there has been some change. I'd be happy with a little more effacement...I don't even need another cm to be happy, but going from 60% to 70 or 80% effaced would be great. Just SOMETHING.
Off to get my stuff done...I need to fit a walk to the park in there somewhere, too, since it's supposed to be such a beautiful day.
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