"There is no way to be a perfect mother, but a million ways to be a good one."
We (Baby O and I) have made it to 38 weeks! Yay! I am over-the-moon ecstatic that at ANY moment, my sweet little love can make her debut. I am more than ready to meet her, to look at her sweet little face, kiss her cheeks, and hold her hand. Mostly, I am beyond excited to welcome her into this crazy but beautiful world. Baby O, I am ready when you are!
According to some websites, baby weighs about seven pounds and is measuring around 21 inches. It seems a tad bit crazy that it is almost go-time. I wasn't checked for dilation at my last appointment, so, I have no idea whether or not I've made any progress in that department. This Thursday is my next appointment, fingers crossed that something, ANYTHING, has changed.
Everyone seems to have their own idea of when little Miss O will be born. The other day, my mom said that she just has a feeling that I am going to go into labor on June 22nd. To which I responded, hmm, June 22nd doesn't sound like such a bad idea. I am hoping that I do go into labor on the weekend, or in the afternoon, or in the middle-of-the-night. What I really do not want is to go into labor at work. The thought of my water breaking while on the job, well, makes me a little nervous. Having contractions every five minutes at work, well, that freaks me out too. Mostly because I am worried about what will ensure afterwards. Water breaking as I wait inside the elevator with four other people? Not the way I envision the process to begin.
As to be expected, I am also feeling a little more tired as the days progress. From the moment I am up in the morning, the only thing I can think of is when I will get the chance to climb back into bed (I crave my pillows something serious). It isn't even the one bathroom break in the middle of the night that exhausts me, honestly. I am just one big wobbling ball of tiredness. No matter how much I rest, how much I keep my legs up, how much sleep I get, I could still use another 10-14 hours.
Oh, and besides being absolutely ready to hold my sweet little lady, I am missing my old wardrobe (Is that selfish?). Currently, I am rotating between the same pieces because I refuse to spend money on maternity clothes. Florida is also a huge furnace. I feel like I may melt into a puddle of sweat on a daily basis (I wish I were kidding). So, what I really want to do is walk around naked. That may be a dilemma with work, ya know?
Baby O, I am counting down the days, okay, maybe hours.
xx
As to be expected, I am also feeling a little more tired as the days progress. From the moment I am up in the morning, the only thing I can think of is when I will get the chance to climb back into bed (I crave my pillows something serious). It isn't even the one bathroom break in the middle of the night that exhausts me, honestly. I am just one big wobbling ball of tiredness. No matter how much I rest, how much I keep my legs up, how much sleep I get, I could still use another 10-14 hours.
Oh, and besides being absolutely ready to hold my sweet little lady, I am missing my old wardrobe (Is that selfish?). Currently, I am rotating between the same pieces because I refuse to spend money on maternity clothes. Florida is also a huge furnace. I feel like I may melt into a puddle of sweat on a daily basis (I wish I were kidding). So, what I really want to do is walk around naked. That may be a dilemma with work, ya know?
Baby O, I am counting down the days, okay, maybe hours.
xx
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