Saturday, September 21, 2013

40 Weeks

So my due date is somewhere around today. I still think it might be a few days off based on our lack of protection dates.

Our little daughter is pretty content in my uterus, and does not show any signs of trying to get out. Whatever you want, sweet pea! Although your daddy and I are getting a little bit anxious to see you.

We went for another routine visit to my OBGYN this morning. Just as last week, I was about 2 cm dilated and 75% effaced. He checked the fluid, which was good, and the heart rate, which was also good.

Just in case we scheduled an induction on October 2nd. I hope she’ll come out on her own before that.

My fingers still hurt, but last weekend after especially bad night (after 3 hours of pain I was wailing loudly in the living room, and Danya woke up all scared that something bad had happened) we bought a wrist slit, and I sleep much better ever since. I still wake up a lot, and my fingers still hurt 24 hours a day, but they pain is not that bad, and I can fall asleep pretty fast.

I am also gaining pounds. 192 and counting, or around 25 pounds extra so far. I often have back pain and cramping in the evening, and every time I think — the labor is starting. And then after a while it stops. I think if I did not know how labor starts, I would just dismiss all this stuff, but experience makes it harder to ignore.

Danya’s parents gave us another day off today, so I am just doing nothing and enjoying it. We stopped at Trader Joe’s after the OBGYN and got some frozen food and organic meat for when the times will become tougher for me in the kitchen department. I really hope I will find more time to cook this time around. Ha-ha, and the breastfeeding hunger is coming soon (I remember eating at night in the first few months with Arosha).

Anyhow, we’ll see our baby girl soon enough. I have a feeling she might be smaller than Arosha, despite the fact that he was born at 39 weeks gestational age. But we’ll see. Also, I’m not sure who’ll be assisting the delivery — our doctor, Mark, or one of his brothers. They say that whoever is the least busy or on call will go to the hospital. Again, we’ll find out soon enough.