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Still Waiting...

Just a little note to let you all know, I'm still here waiting...still a waddling, swollen-ankled princess preggers. 12 Days to go till my due date. 12 days has never seemed so long, yet so short! I mean, I have 12 more days left (approx) of being pregnant, and the uncomfortableness isn't going to get any better. BUT, in 12 short days, my little man will be with us!! I feel like I'm not prepared even though we have everything pretty much ready to go. I have everything I need for him to be home with us, but I feel like I'm forgetting things or the house isn't clean enough, etc, etc etc... I'm sure that's a new mommy thing. And good grief, I could send myself into a full blown panic attack when I actually think about Labor/Delivery. So not ready for that part - well, I'm ready to get it done and over with! I think I'm more worried about how badly the labor part is going to hurt... I don't think I've had any actual contractions yet, just the Braxton Hicks kind that are just very hard pressure.

My last doc appt (Monday, 10th) I was dilated to a "loose" 1 and my cervix was thinned 50% (which is what I was at my 36 wk appt LAST monday) so a little progress on dilating but not the cervix, which of course is the more important part. BUT, at least I'm making some progress. She was certain I would make it to my appt on the 17th and its looking like she's going to be right. I'm wondering if I should go ahead and make my doc appt for the 24th as well or just wait. I guess I'll ask her on Monday.

I had a dream the other night that I had to have a C-Section and the epidural didn't take affect and I could feel them cutting me open. I was screaming bloody murder but they had to keep cutting and get the baby out cause they had already started cutting. It wasn't a very cool dream. I think I'm a little apprehensive about having a c-section.

I think I'll go for a 10 mile walk tonight while eating a bag of jalapenos and drinking a glass of castor oil...yeah, that should do it.


BnE's Mommy said…
Sooooooo remember those days, moments, and thoughts. I feel for you, I do. Have no fear, it'll happen when he's ready. But just in case, you can try what we what you did to get him in there! Sometimes the right amount of "stuff" is just what the cervix ordered. ;)
The Steele's said…
Hang in there!! And if you do have to have a C-section its no biggie. I didn't feel a thing and my recovery was fantastic with BOTH my kids. I was up moving around at the hospital the second day and when I got home I barely had to use my pain killers. So, don't stress! :) But I am sure your little man will make his appearance all on his own! :)

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