One week until my due date. One week. Please let me be snuggling my baby in one week.
This past week can be described as the week of contractions and nesting. It's been a vicious cycle. I can't stand any mess -- clean frantically, get a ton of contractions, they stop as soon as I think it might be real. At one point, the contractions were down 1.5 minutes apart and lasting 50 seconds -- talk about labor. But, they weren't getting stronger and I was reluctant to call it. Sure enough, they slowly started to spread out before eventually going away completely.
It has been frustrating and exhausting. All of this hope-dashing has made me super crabby. I'm sick of trying to figure out if every little pain means something or not. On top of that I'm swollen, sore and so tired. With Henry I could nap all day at this point, and I pretty much did. Now, I'm running after a 3-year-old and I think that has really upped the aches and pains. The good news is my house is pretty clean and I finally feel like we can bring a baby home without total chaos.
With all these contractions, I was at least hoping for some significant cervix changes -- something to make them worth it. Nope, I went from a 2 to a "good 2 cm" although my cervix was much softer and a little lower.
Nora seems to be good. She has slowed down a little this week -- just a little. Her movements are so painful now, that I've welcomed a little change. Otherwise, her heart-rate was still sitting at 140 and I'm measuring 36 weeks. The doctor did say her head was still sitting pretty high, which shocks me since I'm carrying so low.
So, my dear Nora -- Get out, get out, GET OUT! I hope I don't make it to my next update because that would officially make me more pregnant than I've ever been.
