Well…I’ve made it! Tomorrow marks 40 weeks. This is currently the most pregnant I’ve ever been — my first baby was born at 39 weeks, 3 days. (Assuming I’m still pregnant…I’m writing on Sunday.)
I’m feeling very positive. Yes, I’m sore…yes, I get up at least 12 times at night to use the bathroom. Yes, I’d love to meet my baby! But I’m feeling like it’s best to wait until baby is ready. I’m not impatient. I mean, there are moments I have where I’d like to have a “normal” body again, be a mom of three, snuggle a newborn…. But I know it will come. And the next few days or weeks will go so fast in the grand scheme of things!
I know my baby will come in God’s perfect timing, when s/he is ready. I’ve felt, too, that God is really trying to teach me a big lesson about family, patience, and dealing with difficulties through this pregnancy and surrounding time (that is — dealing with Ben’s arsenic detox and such too). That is okay.
Tuesday and Wednesday I felt sore, and Tuesday I kept wishing it was Wednesday. I have no idea why, I just did. Wednesday seemed like a milestone, though it wasn’t.
On Wednesday I still felt sore, but nothing was happening. I felt like baby might come soon even though I had no reason to think so. Just more random cramping and such. I saw my midwives and everything still looks good! So just more waiting.
Daniel was extremely fussy, weepy, and crazy on Wednesday. Oh my. That child raced up the stairs to do things he wasn’t supposed to, hit other kids with sticks, broke some things, cried and begged to nurse constantly…. I kept asking if his teeth hurt, or his legs hurt (he’s been eating a ton so I suspect he’s growing), but he looked at me like I was crazy and said no. He did not want to talk to or about the baby, especially at bedtime; he just wanted me to hold him. He’s not usually quite like that….
Somehow, I’m coming to the end, but I still have no idea if that means hours, days, or a couple weeks yet. Can’t be much more than that now! Soon enough I’ll be updating that the baby has arrived! Someday…lol.
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I remember that feeling quite well. My first baby was born at 39 weeks, my second at 40w4d, and my third and 40w3d. I struggled so much with impatience the second pregnancy, because I never imagined I'd go 4 days past my due date! The third time I was much more at peace with the whole process. Despite my frustration, I was committed to natural births each time, wouldn't have considered inducing, but had to deal with a lot of comments from people suggesting I be induced, asking why my doctor hadn't induced me, if the baby was okay, etc. Drove me nuts! Never mind I was planning homebirths, and it wasn't an option, unless of a true medical necessity. They all came when they came, were healthy, etc. and I was grateful for having waited for my body and baby to decide when the time was right. I'll pray for stamina and patience for you in these last days!