Howdy, folks! Thought I’d take a moment to check in with y’all. It’s Wednesday evening, and I’m sitting in our comfortable recliner with my feet up watching “Murder, She Wrote”, snacking on a few Hershey Kisses while hubby is on the couch eating a bowl of ice cream. The house is filled with the fragrant aroma of a French Vanilla candle. Brennan is asleep, tucked soundly in bed as is Molly in hers. After I finish writing this brief post, I will climb into my own bed, squeezing my ever-contracting and cramping belly against the large body pillow that offers some balance and comfort through the night.
Last Wednesday at my weekly doctor’s appointment, I was 1 cm dilated (is this sort of info TMI?) with the forecast looking like I would make it the full 40 weeks, if not a bit longer. After a week of Braxton Hicks contractions and some other unmentionables that I know would be TMI, my doctor confirmed this morning that at 39 weeks and 1 day, I am 50% effaced and 2 cm dilated. We had the option to induce as early as Friday, but we’re going to let things play out on their own. But if how I feel tonight is any indication of when baby Skittles may make her debut, it certainly could be any day!
Physically, I’m ready to feel more comfortable and normal (if it’s possible to ever feel normal again after birthing children). Logistically, we are ready, and our quiet evenings knowing we’ve crossed everything off our to-do list is relieving. Emotionally, I’m scared and apprehensive. My friends have been encouraging, reminding me that it will all come back to me about how to get through the newborn stage. And I know and want to trust that there will be grace and strength sufficient enough for us to walk through all of the current unknowns. But wondering how the labor will be, to functioning on a lack sleep, to the unknown nursing details, to figuring out how to juggle two kids and not just one, I’m plain apprehensive.
Those feelings aside, I’ve been blessed with priceless time with my boy as we await the birth of his sister. Today’s highlight, for instance, was a bowling outing. The use of a ramp and bumpers surely acted toward his benefit, but nevertheless, he creamed me. The boy blew me out of the water scoring 115 points in his first game and I a measly 45.
My posts may be few and far between, but I’ll be sure to let y’all know when Skittles arrives! Until then, you can find me in between moments of rest with my feet propped up on the recliner, crawling on all fours racing cars with Brennan, getting beat at a bowling game, napping for a good hour, making muffins with a muffin-lover, cuddling up watching Super Why, showing Brennan his baby pictures, staying cool in the A/C, story times at the library, and hearing an excited big brother say several times during the day, “Want to go to hospital to get Skittles”. Hearing that makes me a little less anxious.
Blessings, dear readers!