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37 weeks...and then some

So, here I am at 37 weeks. I had a dr appt on Monday May 4 and the Thursday prior had had 3-4 hours worth of contractions following a massage. At my appointment, dr checked me and I was dilated to a 1 and 60-70% effaced. Lots of progress from the prior weeks appointment! I decided I better really take it easy for the next couple weeks at least. Don't want him coming out quite this early even though I'm very ready to be done with this pregnancy. So I've been sitting around a lot, which I really don't like at all but it's helped. Last Thursday, Beckett and I went to Target and after walking around for 30 minutes, started having contractions again. Timed them for about an hour or so but they subsided after I laid down for bed. I had my dr appointment today and they we're having some technical difficulties as they were implementing a new software system. She very hastily checked me (she was obviously frazzled and she never gets frazzled) and said I was the same, a 1, cervix still thick and high. So, no real progress from last week, which is ok. Wednesday I will hit my 38 week mark. Can't believe I'm almost done.
For now, just trying to get as much settled at work as possible and resting. My poor Beckett is having some separation anxiety which makes me think he knows he's about to lose his position as baby if the family. He's still so little, it's going to be hard to reassure him once Hudson arrives, but I'm going to really try and make it point to make sure he's not feeling too left out. Brazos too. I don't know how moms do it. I'm already feeling terribly torn!
A nice side affect from all the resting is that my swelling has gone back down again. Soooo thankful.
Fat feet - Before

Skinny feet - After. BIG difference!

This post is terribly rambly but wanted to jot it all down while I had a minute.


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