Well, our due date is here & after multiple false alarms I'm feeling tired, impatient, but most of all, ready to meet our baby girl.
I feel like I've done all I can to get things going...
I've ate spicy foods & pineapple til my tongue burned & my mouth hurt.
I've drank raspberry leaf tea until it was basically coming out of my nose.
I have danced as if no one was watching, thankfully nobody was but I probably would have gotten an award for best running man & hip shaking while pregnant, just saying.
I have walked or shall I say waddled, galloped, skipped for miles in the heat of the desert because lets be real, Vegas is still scorching hot after the sun has gone down.
I have hopped, lunged, crab walked, & squatted up & down the stairs.
I've bounced & rolled on my birthing ball while enjoying my favorite tv shows.
Ladies & gentlemen, I've basically done it ALL & yet nothing has worked. These old wives tales have not been effective at all.
On Wednesday afternoon I had my second membrane sweep. At that time I was 3 cm dilated & 75% effaced. My doctor said I should have this baby by the weekend... He said the same thing last week so I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up but I did, of course.
Well after my appointment I immediately started getting contractions & I thought "Yes! Success!" ... Boy, was I wrong?! Wednesday night & all of Thursday I was experiencing contractions. There were ones that were as close as 5 minutes apart but not strong or ones every 20 minutes that made me cry. Until... At 12:41am I began experiencing them every 10 minutes consistently, like clock work. From 12:41 until 4:41 I was able sleep through most of them except a few woke me up due to their intensity. After 4:41 they continued to get stronger & stronger yet remained at 10 mins apart. I thought this was it because walking, sitting on my birthing ball & recliner didn't stop them, regardless of what I did, they kept coming. 7:41 came along & they jumped to 8 minutes apart. The hospital said to come in when they were 5-7 minutes apart so I planned on putting our stuff in the car, getting dressed, waking up Sage & heading to the hospital because I figured they'd just keep getting closer...
I was wrong. I headed downstairs to put things in the car but I was soooo tired so I laid down on my side & I noticed they were at 11 mins apart, then 12... So I hurried & got up, ran up the stairs & began bouncing on my birthing ball. They continued to get further apart & weaker & then they stopped. *insert crying emoji here*
This morning since waking up I've gotten them again at 20 mins apart but they aren't very painful. I give up on trying to speed things along because like so many people say, "she'll come when she's ready..." & I know she will.
Until then I'm not going to go to any extremes... Maybe I'll walk around the house, bounce on my ball occasionally but after the let down this morning, I'm not getting my hopes up until I hit 7 minutes apart consistently for at least an hour.
Tai, please stop teasing us... & if you really want to stay in there please wait until the 23rd so that you'll a Libra because Mommy is an Aquarius & were super compatible lol ;). AND if you do decided to stay that long, please no more false alarms.
xo,
One exhausted momma