Due Date Drama

Well, our August 6th due date came and went, and we still don't have a baby. We went to the doctor yesterday and I had not progressed any further. Oh well. Needless to say, I was in quite a funk yesterday. I'm starting to agree with the research that says women should not be given a due date...maybe a due week or month. How much pressure can you put on one day? I have another doctor's appointment on Monday, and then on Tuesday, August 12th, they are going to induce me. Not my picture perfect idea of how I wanted this kiddo to arrive, but the beautiful thing is I'll get to hold our baby regardless of how he/she arrive. For that I am eternally grateful. So, now I'm just saying that I'm going to get to meet Peanut on the 12th. If anything changes, you'll hear me shouting with excitement.

Hurry Up and Wait

I went to the doctor last Friday (8/1), and it appears that I'm still in a holding pattern. I still have not progressed passed 70% effacement and 1 cm dilation. The kiddo appears to be at a -2 station which is really good, but I don't think Peanut will make his or her arrival by the 6th of August. Oh well. At least Adam and I were able to keep our 5th anniversary sacred...August 2nd will forever remain our date.

On our anniversary we went to Courthouse Falls. I did a short hike with a tad of elevation change, and we had a good day fishing, playing in the water, and having a picnic. We stopped by Dolly's for a double scoop of ice cream which didn't hurt either. So, we had a nice day relishing in the fact that we've been married for 5 whole years.
Today we finished celebrating our 5 years by filling our anniversary book. It is so much fun to reflect on everything you've done in the past year. We also went to see Wanted at the cheap theatre and the AC was busted. We stayed, but by the end of the 2 hour movie I was pouring sweat and ready to cool off.

I'm ready for this kiddo to arrive. I ride waves of excitement, fear, and just agitation. I can't wait to meet this kid, but everything happens in its own time. I'm just praying for a speedy delivery before the 12th of August because I don't want to have to be induced. God knows the day of this kid's birth, and I have to leave it in his hands. I just want Adam to have time to bond, and his teacher work days start on the 11th of August. Come on Peanut...We're waiting with open arms and hearts.

Maybe next time I write I'll actually be in labor. One can wish...(what an odd thing to wish for...pain, but the prize in the end will be worth it.)

Come on Peanut

There are only 9 days left before D-day, and I am climbing the walls with excitement and anticipation. I'm hoping that Peanut come sooner rather than later, but what pregnant woman in her right mind would pray to go past her due date. 40 weeks is plenty of time to carry a baby. So, I'm killing time trying to stay cool and comfortable which is a true impossibility. In just a few weeks I'll probably look back and think that things were so much easier while the kid was still cooking inside. Isn't the grass always greener? At least I'll have pretty toes when I go into labor. Today I treated myself to a final pre-mommy pedicure and it was heavenly.

We saw the doctor last Friday, and she doesn't want me to go more than a week past my due date, so just in case, we have an induction scheduled on August 12th, the day Adam is supposed to return to work for preplanning. Induced labors are painfully hard....so, pray that this kiddo come on time or early so we don't have to face that. I want Adam to have some time to adjust to being a Daddy before he has to face work too. So, that's the news for now.

Too funny!

Okay...I saw this on Facebook, and I nearly peed myself laughing. Even though I'm uncomfortable and ready to have this baby, this picture reminded me of how cool it is that I can have a baby. Granted, I needed help, but what a miracle. So, we have only 16 days until the due date, and I'm anxious/excited. I hope this baby will be punctual...unlike his/her parents.

I'm cooking a blackberry cobbler, and I'll probably regret eating it this late, but I can catch up on the sleep I'll miss during my one hour pregnancy massage tomorrow.

Who hates heartburn?

Okay...it is 2AM in the morning and who do you think is wide awake? Aren't mommies supposed to be able to sleep before the baby is born? The cause of my insomnia tonight is heartburn and acid reflux. I certainly hope this pregnancy "evil" goes away after the birth of this child. Surely a grape snow cone couldn't cause all this trouble. Who knows?

I guess I can't complain though. I did take a four hour nap yesterday. ( I guess there is some mercy for the weary.)

Adam and I bought a few last things to prepare for Peanut's arrival yesterday...mattress pad, changing table cover, birthing ball, curtain rod,....it feels good to be almost ready. The doctor's appointment is today at 3:30, and we'll see if I have progressed closer to delivery. On Saturday we get to take the car seats to be installed. Thrown into all of this preparation is fun. We went to an Asheville Tourists game tonight, and tomorrow we'll be doing Fridays after Five in Asheville. So, we have not gone into total baby hibernation yet. I'm off to the recliner/couch to see if an upright sleeping position will help.

The Value of Life

Today Adam and I met with our State Farm Insurance agent to talk about life insurance. We know preparing "just in case" is the responsible thing to do, but we almost feel like we are tempting fate. Our agent was wonderful, and we don't feel totally confused any more, but the whole thought process is really rather morbid. I hate the thought of putting a monetary value on Adam's life, on our unborn child's life, or on my own life. It feel creepy and unnatural. Regardless of the formula an agent uses to find the magic money number, the dollars and cents could never replace Adam or prepare me for life without him. You can't buy him with money...he's worth too much. So, I'm glad we went through the process, and we're going to join the millions of other people who prepare "just in case", but I don't have to like the thought or the process. I do have to be grown up and responsible for the sake of our child even though all I really want to do is keep playing in the fun and adventurous life of make believe.

23 days and counting

I can't believe that Adam and I only have 23 days to get ready to be parents. It seemed like it would take forever for August 6th to arrive, and now it is almost here. Who knew that pregancy would fly by and that it would be a matter of days before this little peanut arrives. I'm getting really excited to know if we'll be meeting Kenly Shea or Colby Bennett, but I'm most excited to hold this baby and meet him/her face to face. The nursery is almost ready, and I can't keep myself from walking in it to just pretend and imagine how much love the room will hold. I'm already turning into the sappy mom type. We still have a ton to do, but I feel like the end is in sight....I'm not terrified any more.

We took a birthing class this weekend, and so many questions were answered. We have a plan, but ultimatley, God's got a plan and his will be best. We'll just sit back and see what happens.