I was fully convinced that I wouldn’t be writing this post. That my little five foot frame wouldn’t make it to “full term.” I was wrong, which is 100% ok, except that literally I am just sitting here trying to stay busy with work and not agonizing over when the Big Moment will come.
There has been absolutely no change in the last few weeks. Each appointment I keep hoping that I will hear something different, but no. I know that doesn’t actually mean anything since it can all change within 15 minutes. I am just uncomfortable as uncomfortable can be and the lovely strangers around me are now providing such wonderful observations such as: you haven’t dropped enough; or it will happen soon, but maybe not today.
In terms of actual symptoms…I hurt every where. I feel like I am dead lifting all day every day, my hips hate me, and it takes significant effort to put on socks and shoes. To the point where Josh is doing it if he is home; if he isn’t I probably spend about 15 minutes doing it because I need a break to catch my breath.
I am getting up probably every 2-3 hours or so to use the restroom throughout the night or just flip over to the other side. I have considered sleeping at a 90 degree angle propped up by my pillow fort but that too eventually hurts my hips.
I am trying to stay as active as possible, lots of walking, squatting and my normal exercise routine followed by bouncing on the exercise ball. I’ve been eating dates every day, and have purchased the ingredients to make the famous eggplant parm that can supposedly put you into labor.
This weekend Josh apparently caught the nesting bug and set up the pack n play, stroller, MammaRoo and monitor. While I slept on the couch because constantly napping is the only way I am getting ANY kind of energy boost.
So we will continue to play the waiting game until the kumquat decides she is ready.