My yoga ball "bessie" and I have become very close friends these past couple of weeks. ;)
(Got me a sweet tube top yoga dress from Marshall's that was on sale! Gotta love jersey knit! it's a preggerz' bestest friend!)
Yes, I have yet another sea of emotional tales to tell you...
After all the contractions last night and the scattered bit this morning I was beginning to think today might be the day. Sam had to go to work early this morning and I couldn't go back to sleep. So, I put on Night at the Museum 2 on to make myself laugh. I ended up falling back asleep for a good few hours and woke up some what refreshed.
Sam came home, we had a yummy lunch with my folks and then headed to the mall to walk some stairs. (Hoping that would help things along.)
I was doing great until we got back to our house. Then all of a sudden...it hit me. I'm back at my house, it's past 5 o'clock and nothing is that drastically different than this morning. I WAS having weird crampy feelings down low, but couldn't put all my symptoms into one particular stage of labor. Grrrrrr....
My midwife told me to take a bath and if the cramps didn't stop after that to call her. (I didn't want to take a bath because I was afraid they would stop. The cramps were pretty much my only thing to hold onto that something was actually going on today, so...I wasn't wanting anything to stop. haha!) I had a melt down. I sat on the toilet seat crying and praying that the Lord would just bring him right then. "PLEASE...*sniffle, sob, sniffle*" I whined/prayed pitifully.
Tears... Blubbering on about why, when and never...
I got in the bath, sure enough...things slowed down.
Jordan, the gal who is aprenticing with Damaris (she is stinking a-ma-zing!) came over to my house to examine me and check up on my spirits to see where we might be at on all this. It was SUCH an awesome visit. She assured me, and encouraged me that things were moving along great! :) AAAAAND...He's truly flipped over! No longer posterior! Woooohoooo!!!! EEEEEE!
It can be so frustrating when you are measuring your labor by the book and by other people's stories because every woman's body and baby is uniquely different. What worked for one mom might do absolutely nothing for you. How one lady's labor progressed can be completely different from your own.
FORGET about looking at the cheat sheet which tells you where you are based on how far apart your contractions are! That amount of minutes meaning THIS stage.... and THIS change meaning THIS other stage of labor you're supposed to have reached. I've been having symptoms from all three freaking stages. Not to throw them out entirely by any means...but, I think when you reach the last weeks of your pregnancy and you're not having a cookie cutter, predictable labor experience it can be extremely disheartening to try and place exactly where you are at.
Come to find out, the stuff my body is doing is GREAT! It's easing me into all the stages that will eventually bring my babino into my arms!
I feel so at peace, knowing I'm right where I need to be. With that calm, I have this quiet excitement about having my baby here at my house. It's like this grand production being played out on stage...drama, emotion, love and turmoil at times. Haha. It's fantastic!
I'm surrounded by amazing friends and family who support me and are encouraging the daisies out of me!
I'm so happy.
My brother in law, Brandon who is a spanish translator told me yesterday that saying the phrase to "give birth" in spanish means to "give light," litterally "Dar Luz." Isn't that beautifully awesome! :)
Prego ladies, we have glowing bellies! ;)
All is calm and bright in the Jess and Sam casa today...