Day 266...
This baby is not making any moves to come out. After a week of tea, herbal pills, aromatherapy and other "methods" Dash is still sitting in my uterus pressing ever so not gently down on my pubic bone. When I went to see the midwife last Thursday the fake contractions were coming every 2 to 3 minutes and I had started cramping. This was great news as this was an indication that my body was preparing and taking steps to soften my cervix so labor could begin. So because of that she asked me to stop what I was doing in order to let my body take over since it seemed I was now well on my way. She even had a thought we could have a 4th of July Baby. Well it is 4th of July and um, well. No baby.
So how has bed-rest been? I spend most of my time in my room with the AC on drifting in and out of a coma. When I am awake I've been reading about breast feeding and trying to finish Game of Thrones. I watched the whole season of Treme on DVR. I practice breathing when the fake contractions come up and visualize my happy place. Yes I picked one. Not going to say what it is just yet, but it is such an obvious one I can't believe it took me so long to come up with it. I'm also working on a Masters in driving the hubby crazy. See, I think that he should be in bed with me all day sitting Shiva or something waiting for labor to start and then when I'm asleep going off to do whatever chore I come up with exactly how and when I want him to do it. Since I'm the one on bed-rest gestating the world's largest baby he should just smile and nod when I tell him to do something. Is that too much to ask???
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