After a disappointing doctor's visit in which I found that I am still dilated to a three (three weeks running) despite a full week of contractions I walked into the grocery store last night to pick up a couple last minute dinner ingredients with... maybe not a scowl, but a grimace. As I was waddling through a contraction down the condiment aisle in search of green wax peppers a middle aged woman stopped me with a smile and said "you may not feel it, but you look so cute". I could have kissed her. I was fully expecting a "twins???" comment or something of the sort. Thank you sweet stranger, I needed that!
So it's two days past d day and I'm....
craving some kind of treat every night. This could be leftover sugar comma behavior from Christmas or self medicating the fact that I don't have a baby in my arms yet... but whatever it is- it's real. I want all the ice cream and caramel.
binge reading Outlander...jury is still out on how I feel about it.
so uncomfortable and tired. Contractions for a week- I'm sore.
also willing to try anything to get this labor to progress! Any suggestions? I've done the two hour power walks and Steve's been looking up labor inducing pressure points like it's his job. I've drawn the line at castor oil but...ask me how I feel about it on Monday.
doing weird things like scrubbing all my grout with comet and a toothbrush for hours on end. #nesting
feeling like I'm going to be pregnant forever. Like, my belly is probably just going to stay hard as concrete and I'll never be able to wear high wasted jeans or bend over again. Things are getting seriously irrational over here.
Here's to praying baby girl decides to make her grand entrance this weekend! This momma is about at her wits end.