Unpacking the Heart

I am unsure where to start with this post.  I have had such a flood of emotion today (not to mention that I am incredibly tired) that I am unsure that I can even put the thoughts together....but I'm going to try.  I will, of course, continue the blog after baby boy is born, but this is the last post while being pregnant with Baby D. Friday evening I began having contractions.  They were pretty far apart (15-20 minutes) but were fairly strong.  I went to bed thinking that I could drive myself crazy worrying about it, so I tried to sleep and figured either I would have to get up cause "it was time" or I would wake up and time them again later.  Turns out that I got little to no sleep that night because the contractions kept coming at about 15 minutes and Elliott couldn't sleep because she had developed a snotty nose.  :(  It was a rough night for sure.  I continued to have contractions all day Saturday and I thought for sure that Baby D was coming, to the point where

So, if I make it two more weeks I will be totally shocked.  lol.  We went to the high risk OB on Monday.  My regular one was out for a conference.  (I hope she is back...lol).  The visit actually went pretty well.  They checked my A1c again and it was still perfect!  And the grumpy old man asked me if I had "scheduled a date yet" and I told him no, that we were planning to go ahead with the VBAC as of now.  He didn't really like that response, but he had no medical reason to disagree, so he didn't.  So we are still due the 9th, if he hasn't arrived by then, he will be evicted on the 10th.  I honestly don't think I am going to make it that long. This week the contractions have increased somewhat and I am pretty sure he has "dropped".  I have carried him extremely low the entire pregnancy but I definitely felt things change.  Tonight began the "World Chicken Festival" here in downtown London.  It is crazy here, by the way.  Sunday morning t

This weeks dr appointments, were...interesting...to say the least.  I traveled to Louisville solo this week as Matthew was double booked with all day meetings.  I arrived at my regular OB's office early (shockingly) and was prepared to discuss my last real "anxiety" about this delivery process with her.  So as I wait on the table for her to enter the room, I am psyching myself up for the conversation.  She comes in and we exchange our usual greetings and pleasantries.  She asks about my last issue without me even prompting (that is how you know your doctor is awesome) and she of course reassures me and explains my options.  Then she sits down and looks at my chart.  She starts kind of reviewing things with me (which is strange) discussing past lab reports and comments on my bp reading from the other OB office last week (which was slightly elevated).  All the while I am sitting there, wondering where we were going with this....then she hits me with the big news.  She is co

Shew.  One month (or less) until we meet our sweet boy.  The uncomfort level has definitely increased this week.  Baby D seems to constantly have the hiccups and one of his favorite pass times is rolling from one side to the other, which is incredibly painful.  He seems to be very laid back.   The hiccups don't seem to bother him and the only thing he really seems to dislike is anything pushing on him. ( I mean, I can't understand why he wouldn't like anything invading the tiny amount of space that he has in there...).  The ultrasound techs call him "stubborn" as he is always curled up in a ball and refuses to move and let them see everything that they need to see.  I prefer to think that he is just very laid back.  Sounds good....right? My trips to the doctors office are definitely taking their toll on me.  The long drive, the forever long ultrasounds laying flat on my back with the trainee techs, and the drive back are wreaking havoc on my body.  I could barel

Well, I feel like I am in the home stretch.  I have several friends who are also expecting/due around the same time as me, and those friends have begun delivering their little bundles.  It is always fun to see the pictures, but it is also like a countdown.  How many friends are left until it is my turn? So close! This week I have officially gotten the newborn clothing washed and put away.  I have found some of those essential items (rock and play, swing, pack and play...etc) and have gotten most of those washed and ready to go as well.  We have also been really neglecting unpacking our bedroom, mostly because we knew that it really only inconvenienced us, so we got more of that unpacked and can actually fit a pack and play in there now.  Elliott is becoming more and more aware of all of the "stuff" for baby boy.  She goes around, points and says "baby boy blanket", or "baby boy swing".  I hope she is still okay with all of it when he actually gets here.