Lately those "switch to DTV" ads have been running non-stop in my area, since the official switch (which I thought was back in February) is apparently quickly approaching. The switch here is scheduled for June 12th, one day after my due date. That means that every time I turn on the TV (which is a lot lately- I'm tired and lazy!) I get a reminder of how many/few days I have left. Last check was 30 days, which I think makes it more like 28 now. Wow- 28 days...
However, after my dr apt this morning- it occurs to me that it very likely could be more like 20 or 14 or 7. yikes- scary- although exciting- thoughts. The prognosis this morning was that I have indeed started dilating (sorry for the TMI) and the Ob says "while I don't expect anything to happen within the next week, I also wouldn't be surprised considering how quick and easy your first labor was" Way to raise hopes in a girl. Of course I am reminded that I was dilated with Matthew for a good 5 weeks before he made his entrance into the world, however I am also reminded that the 2nd time around things tend to go very differently. Some already well recognizable differences:
Baby location: Matthew was still flipping and swimming at this point, this baby is nicely nestled with her head down (making it nearly impossible to walk, sit, get shoes on...) and seems happy as a clam in that position.
Contractions: with Matthew I had not a single contraction- not even a braxton hicks contraction, until I was IN LABOR. This time around I have been having contractions for weeks now, braxton hicks in the beginning, but more and more recently they are closer to the "real thing"; painful, semi-regular, and very noticeable.
So we shall see what the future holds. I have not yet put in the car seat, or packed a bag for the hospital (afraid to do both, in fear I might jinx the situation and be pregnant for another 5 weeks!) but I think at least the car seat is going to be considered in the very near future... So long as she waits until after Matthew's birthday party on Saturday I am happy. I would love to meet her early, but I want Matthew's party to be special- so I can handle her being born anytime after Saturday.
Getting very very excited to meet our baby girl!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
A Month?!?!?!
OK- so I am the worst blogger in the world, and I do honestly wonder how and if I will be able to keep this up after baby is born- but I promise I will try :)
Kevin and I were planning some things yesterday- the list of things we want to get done before the baby is born, and it occurred to me that holy crap I only have a month (well 4 1/2 weeks) left- and that is if I go all the way to the end. Which- while I like to think (read: HOPE) that I will go early, I know I likely won't, so we'll say 4 1/2 weeks. Either way- after the birthday party next weekend- this child is free to come whenever she likes!
The nursery is ready, the diapers and bottles and clothes are bought. Everything has been washed and neatly put away, all we need now is the baby. Matthew is starting to get a little more interested in this baby- and I think he is starting to wonder if she is ever coming out, since every day he asks "is baby sister STILL in your belly?" "is baby sister born yet?" Trust me- I ask myself the same questions every day!
My anxiety level is also increasing. Not about the birth or bringing the baby home- nah, I remember all that from Matthew- I know I can handle it. I am more anxious about all this planning-see, I like to have everything planned out, I am not really a "surprise" kind of girl, and it is bothering me to no end that I do not know exactly when this child is coming. A good friend of mine has her c-section scheduled for May 26th, and while her baby may decide to come before then- she doesn't have to stress over it, because she knows that the day her baby is planned for is May 26th. That's all I want- not the c-section- but the knowing when this baby is coming... I hate the idea of not knowing. Even though I know that I have plenty of people to call who will be at my house at the drop of a hat to watch Matthew, take me to the hospital...., the idea that I don't know when and who is killing me!!!
But that is all part of the wonderful joy of having kids, the world likes us to believe that we, as parents, are in charge; but childbirth is just the one small reminder from our kids of who is really in charge!
Kevin and I were planning some things yesterday- the list of things we want to get done before the baby is born, and it occurred to me that holy crap I only have a month (well 4 1/2 weeks) left- and that is if I go all the way to the end. Which- while I like to think (read: HOPE) that I will go early, I know I likely won't, so we'll say 4 1/2 weeks. Either way- after the birthday party next weekend- this child is free to come whenever she likes!
The nursery is ready, the diapers and bottles and clothes are bought. Everything has been washed and neatly put away, all we need now is the baby. Matthew is starting to get a little more interested in this baby- and I think he is starting to wonder if she is ever coming out, since every day he asks "is baby sister STILL in your belly?" "is baby sister born yet?" Trust me- I ask myself the same questions every day!
My anxiety level is also increasing. Not about the birth or bringing the baby home- nah, I remember all that from Matthew- I know I can handle it. I am more anxious about all this planning-see, I like to have everything planned out, I am not really a "surprise" kind of girl, and it is bothering me to no end that I do not know exactly when this child is coming. A good friend of mine has her c-section scheduled for May 26th, and while her baby may decide to come before then- she doesn't have to stress over it, because she knows that the day her baby is planned for is May 26th. That's all I want- not the c-section- but the knowing when this baby is coming... I hate the idea of not knowing. Even though I know that I have plenty of people to call who will be at my house at the drop of a hat to watch Matthew, take me to the hospital...., the idea that I don't know when and who is killing me!!!
But that is all part of the wonderful joy of having kids, the world likes us to believe that we, as parents, are in charge; but childbirth is just the one small reminder from our kids of who is really in charge!
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