Okay, fine.

June 13, 2008

I said I wouldn’t post again until I had the baby, but that is because I thought I would have the baby on Wednesday or Thursday.  It’s Friday now.  No baby.  Well, I’m still carrying it around with me, but on the inside.  Wednesday night I had pretty bad contractions, enough to convince me that I must be in labour.  I was able to sleep through the night, although I woke up nearly every hour.  In the morning, I kept having contractions and a bit more pink mucous.  I finally decided that it was bad enough to go to the hospital.  I couldn’t imagine going through the day like that and trying to take care of the kids.  So we packed them up, drove them to Mike’s parents’ house and went to the hospital.  I was put on the monitor for a good half hour and my contractions chose that half hour to stop being intense.  A nurse felt around to find the baby’s position and then had another nurse come in to confirm what she thought she felt – that the baby was not head down.  That’s just the news I was wanting to hear.  So she called my doctor and had some sort of argument with her on the phone (my doctor was sure the baby was head down on Tuesday), but convinced her to come in at noon to check me herself.  So I packed up, sent Mike to work and went to pick the kids up.  We went to Bible study for almost two hours and then I left and went back to the hospital by myself.  My doctor came in and checked things out and said that the head was down.  The nurse that had checked me earlier said that it now felt like it was and was significantly different than what she felt in the morning.  She did an internal exam as well, said the head was high and didn’t say a word about whether I was dilated or anything.  The only thing she said was “it’s nice and long” which I assume means my cervix is long.  In other words, not dilated or effaced.  So off I went again, picked the kids up and went home to try to have a decent afternoon.  Another disappointing thing heard while in the hospital is that I probably lost my mucous plug and was bleeding a bit because of the exam on Tuesday. 

So now I go back to waiting again.  With the addition of really nasty Braxton Hicks contractions.  Hooray.  My only hope is to stay distracted until next week.  And to hope that my cervix is ripe enough for my doctor to strip my membranes on Monday.  If not, I have to hold onto hope that I’ll go into labour before Friday morning, when I’ll go in to be induced.  I hate waiting.  I’m very impatient.


Here’s hoping

June 11, 2008

I had a dream last night that I lost my mucous plug and I was bleeding.  I woke up, went to the bathroom and there was nothing.  Drat.  I went back to bed, slept for another hour or so and went to the bathroom again.  Nothing.  Then I ate breakfast, went through my routine with the kids and checking email, etc. and went to the bathroom again (gotta love a pregnant bladder) and what do you know?  Something!  A nice bit of mucous that had to be my mucous plug and blood – red blood.  I’m being descriptive again.  Just you wait, after this kid is born, you’ll all be cringing at my descriptions of labour.  The thing is, if it’s false labour and there is bleeding, it is usually brown.  This is definitely not brown.  And yes, it can mean that labour is still a day or more away, but still – this means that I should have the baby by the end of the week, rather than having to go through having my membranes stripped or being induced.  I literally just prayed for this specific thing moments before I went to the bathroom and made my discovery – God is listening!  So here’s hoping that today will be the day.  Apparently, my child decided that coming during the first ten days of the month wasn’t going to happen, but if it’s born today, all three of my kids will have been born on Wednesdays, which I think is pretty cool.  You know me, I get joy out of silly things like that.

Now the hard part is knowing when to go to the hospital.  I’m not having regular contractions, but rather lots of cramps.  I guess I just wait it out at this point.  I called Mike and let him know something was happening, and called my mother-in-law to put her on alert for the day.  So now I just hope it wasn’t in vain and I don’t have to wait until tomorrow.  Oooooh, there’s a nice crampy contraction.  Yikes.  Let’s just hope I don’t wait too long and end up delivering on the floor in my living room (or..my bed or couch, etc.).

Other than updating this post, I think I won’t be writing again until the labour story that will come in all its gruesome glory sometime after the birth of my baby.  Hooray!

Update: 4:00 pm

A whole bunch of nothing.  Well, so far anyway.  I feel sort of silly now for calling Mike and his mom since I haven’t had any indication that anything is going to happen today.  I did some work around the house, kept the kids entertained, called my sister, made lunch and went for a walk and still not much of anything.  Including more bleeding.  The thing is, it seems that if I lost my mucous plug weeks before having the baby, it wouldn’t be so red, it would be brown-ish.  Maybe I’m wrong, but I sincerely hope that I’m not.  It’s okay if this kid doesn’t come until tomorrow or Friday…or sometime before Monday, but if it waits that long, I’m pretty sure my doctor won’t have any trouble stripping my membranes, and that was something I wasn’t looking forward to.  Maybe I’ll have the baby tonight and look back on this and laugh later.  I totally did this when I was pregnant with Elias, actually.  On the 5th of September, I had some bleeding and then contractions in the evening.  When I went in to the hospital, I wasn’t effaced or dilated at all.  The next morning, I was giving up and deciding that I’d just stay pregnant until I was overdue (since that was still two and a half weeks before my due date).  Elias was born before seven that night.  One of the reasons I’m waiting to go into the hospital is that when I went in with him, I was six centimetres dilated and they put me on pitocin to get things moving.  I was then stuck in a bed for six hours.  I really really don’t want that to happen again.  Sorry if I’ve mentioned this before, but I feel pretty strongly about it.  So I’m waiting for something drastic to happen – my water to break or my contractions to get really bad.  Half of the things I read about losing your mucous plug say that if it’s tinged with red blood, or if you have show that is red or pink (rather than brown), labour will start within twenty-four hours.  Other sources have said that it could mean labour is still weeks away.  At least I know that’s not right.  If this kid isn’t out on its own by the 20th, it will be forced out of residence by the power of prostaglandin gel (gulp).  But really, I was thinking how awesome is this that I’m just going to have the baby on my own and not have to have any of that happen again.  Oh, please.  I really hope that I didn’t jump the gun getting so excited about it.

Short and sweet

June 10, 2008

Well, it might be.  I’m not making any promises either way.  Today I am two days late and having my membranes stripped.  I’m not looking forward to this procedure, but I am seriously hoping that it works to get my labour started.  There are lots of different ways to look at it, and it’s not my ideal start to labour, but if it works and helps me to avoid being induced when I’m ten or twelve days late, I’ll be happy.  If it doesn’t work today, we’ll try again in a week.  My hope is that if it doesn’t work, I’ll have the baby before we have to try it again. 

The best way to describe it, making conclusions from what I’ve read, is that it feels like a very very thorough cervical exam.  For those of you who have been nine months pregnant and had a cervical exam (during labour or not), it’s not very comfortable anyway.  Rather than just reaching in there to see if you’re dilated, though, the doctor reaches in there and spends a few minutes pushing things around.  Ouch.  I’m thinking of taking some tylenol pre-appointment, although I’m not sure if it would do any good.  I actually have this hope that my labour will start before my appointment and that when she goes to do it, she’ll find that I’m four centimetres dilated or something.  I’m pretty certain that this isn’t going to happen, but a girl can hope.

The other thing I wanted to share is a picture.  I recently put up pictures of myself on Facebook and MySpace that made me look gigantic.  My sister-in-law said that they weren’t very true to life, but exaggerated by the shirt I was wearing.  So I had Mike take more last night, hopefully for the last time in this pregnancy.  There’s one I’m particularly proud of that I took of just my belly.  You can actually see the curve of my back and the wall behind me, so I don’t actually look so huge for once.  Anyway, I think that’s what I’ll end on.  Hopefully my next entry will include a picture of a baby outside of the womb.

You see, I\'m not really that gigantic.

Update, post doctor’s appointment:

My cervix is not ripe.  This basically means that my membranes could not be stripped, because my doctor couldn’t get a finger into my cervix (I know, descriptive, but I happen to know that the majority of my readers are women who have had children, so I don’t care).  She’ll try again next week, on Monday afternoon, and if that doesn’t work, my induction is scheduled for Friday, June 20th at 8:00 in the morning.  Woohoo.  I desperately hope that I have this kid before I have to be induced.  Meanwhile, when I dropped the kids off to my mother-in-law, she said I could just leave them there and she’d bring them home around four.  So they’re having lunch and napping over at her house which leaves me the rest of the day to do whatever.  I’m thinking I’ll go nuts on the nesting (is it nesting if you know you’re doing it and would rather be taking a nap?) in the hopes that I’ll make myself go into labour.  At this point, I think I’d do almost anything.

D-Day, so to speak

June 9, 2008

It doesn’t mean anything, it doesn’t mean anything.  A due date is just another day in the lives of most pregnant women.  Only a very small percentage of women deliver on their due dates.  So I’m going to get over it.  Meanwhile, my father-in-law says to hold it in tomorrow because it’s their anniversary.  If I remember right, my aunt actually said she would think it was pretty neat if I had the baby that day (my aunt and uncle share the same anniversary – year and day – with my in-laws).  However, my mother-in-law is quite busy tomorrow, but said that the rest of the week, she can cancel almost everything she has booked if it’s necessary.  She’s going to keep the kids when (if) I go in Tuesday to have my membranes stripped.  I thought it was a good idea just in case something happens really quickly, which I would love.  I’m trying to think positively and assume that it’s going to work and that I’m going to have the baby on Tuesday or Wednesday.  Of course, with my luck, it probably won’t work, but it’s always a good idea to be optimistic.  I think. 

Yesterday was, I hope, the last weekend day I get stuck with the kids most of the day without much help.  We spent the morning running errands and then Mike went to play Axis and Allies at his parents.  It’s a very long game, so I was home from just before one until five without Mike.  Fortunately, the kids slept for almost three hours and I had a nap as well, and then we drove over to have supper with the family.  I expected a nice relaxing evening, but then everyone wanted to play tennis, so we ended up at the courts being bombarded by mosquitos while the kids played in puddles and soaked themselves.  Because we drove separately and Mike’s friend needed a ride home, I made it home first and immediately put the kids in the bath.  The night wasn’t so bad in the end and we did get to bed early, but I was wiped out at the end of the day.  I felt like falling asleep in church this morning and of course had to tell a dozen different people that today was my due date and yes, I’m still pregnant and yes, I’m tired and of course, I want to have the baby soon.  A nice long nap this afternoon (for the whole family) was needed and enjoyed. 

Tonight when the kids are in bed, Mike and I are going to sit down and watch a movie and hope that the kids don’t decide to get up and bother us (well, Jenny, anyway).  We haven’t seen any new movies in a few weeks, and I’m looking forward to putting my feet up and turning my mind off (more or less) for a few hours.

Until the baby is born, I’m going to try to write as much as I can, seeing that this is technically a “pregnancy” journal, and therefore will end when I’m not pregnant anymore.  I’ll go back to my messy housewife blog, but I can’t promise any regular frequency since I will have a new baby.  I’ve actually been trying to decide what to do with this blog, since I titled it “baby number three” and can’t exactly change that.  I should have thought ahead, but there’s not much I can do about that now. 

Once again, I do really seriously hope that this is my last pregnant entry, but you just never know.