...is today. nothing so far. right now she is squirming like a restless toad, butting her head against my organs and making me feel like my cervix might split! she has dropped way down now, so much that i can actually tell where my stomach is now situated.
i had an appointment this morning and i let the midwife do an internal exam (she offered and i said what the hell) to see "where i'm at" and to my (lack of suprise and) happiness i am "ripe and ready" though not dilated. apparently i'm effaced as much as i should be given the fact that i'm supposed to give birth any day now. of course that doesn't mean i will, but it's a good sign anyway. she said if i'm still pregnant at my next appointment we will 'talk about ways to get the hormones going' (i.e. herbs and nipple stimulation, basically) because they don't want me hitting 42 weeks and end up in the hospital for a pointless reason. it's frustrating because i really don't want to induce her to be born--even "naturally"--but it is the lesser of two evils when it comes down to it. i don't expect to need to go there, though, honestly. it feels like she's getting ready in there. oh and i lost another pound, which i guess must be from all the hustling.
tonight we babysat a friend's 9-week old, which was good. matt stuck around the whole time, even through the 45-minutes (was it an hour?) of wailing, the dear. i realized too late that the little one was probably hungry--i lost track of time entertaining him and thought he was just missing his mama--and so matt quickly warmed up the bottle for me while i vainly attempted to soothe him (somehow i ended up covered in my friend's breastmilk when he brought it to me). as soon as he ate he fell right asleep though, which kind of surprised me since i know he's not the easiest sleeper. oh and i changed my first diaper ever, though it was just wet, not stinky. good practice anyway! the little guy is so cute when he's giggly, which he was about 60% of the time.
i really hope rowan is a happy baby who sleeps well. i cannot imagine (though i'm sure i'll find out) the stress of having a discontent infant 24/7... they are just so mysterious. maybe it's different with one's own child, when you know their foibles and preferences and have inside knowledge to figure them out, but with other peoples' babies it's so hard to know how to help them feel better. i am grateful that my patience is what it is, however, because again i wasn't even bothered when he was sobbing terribly, other than to feel sorry that i didn't know how to fix it. i can only assume this is due to the "mothering hormones" because normally screaming in my ear would get really old really fast! lol. matt took it well too, which i was pretty proud of.
anyway. so i'm still hanging out, sitting around, cleaning things that don't need cleaning... basically just waiting. that moon is getting really big though...
i had an appointment this morning and i let the midwife do an internal exam (she offered and i said what the hell) to see "where i'm at" and to my (lack of suprise and) happiness i am "ripe and ready" though not dilated. apparently i'm effaced as much as i should be given the fact that i'm supposed to give birth any day now. of course that doesn't mean i will, but it's a good sign anyway. she said if i'm still pregnant at my next appointment we will 'talk about ways to get the hormones going' (i.e. herbs and nipple stimulation, basically) because they don't want me hitting 42 weeks and end up in the hospital for a pointless reason. it's frustrating because i really don't want to induce her to be born--even "naturally"--but it is the lesser of two evils when it comes down to it. i don't expect to need to go there, though, honestly. it feels like she's getting ready in there. oh and i lost another pound, which i guess must be from all the hustling.
tonight we babysat a friend's 9-week old, which was good. matt stuck around the whole time, even through the 45-minutes (was it an hour?) of wailing, the dear. i realized too late that the little one was probably hungry--i lost track of time entertaining him and thought he was just missing his mama--and so matt quickly warmed up the bottle for me while i vainly attempted to soothe him (somehow i ended up covered in my friend's breastmilk when he brought it to me). as soon as he ate he fell right asleep though, which kind of surprised me since i know he's not the easiest sleeper. oh and i changed my first diaper ever, though it was just wet, not stinky. good practice anyway! the little guy is so cute when he's giggly, which he was about 60% of the time.
i really hope rowan is a happy baby who sleeps well. i cannot imagine (though i'm sure i'll find out) the stress of having a discontent infant 24/7... they are just so mysterious. maybe it's different with one's own child, when you know their foibles and preferences and have inside knowledge to figure them out, but with other peoples' babies it's so hard to know how to help them feel better. i am grateful that my patience is what it is, however, because again i wasn't even bothered when he was sobbing terribly, other than to feel sorry that i didn't know how to fix it. i can only assume this is due to the "mothering hormones" because normally screaming in my ear would get really old really fast! lol. matt took it well too, which i was pretty proud of.
anyway. so i'm still hanging out, sitting around, cleaning things that don't need cleaning... basically just waiting. that moon is getting really big though...
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