This morning I woke up and nearly jogged our normal leisurely walk around the block. I had two loads of laundry and batch of brownies finished by 10 a.m. After a few days of moaning and groaning about the constant stream of Braxton Hicks contractions, I woke up this morning determined to have a baby.
I’m sitting here now about 6 cm dilated. We’ve been to the birth center twice today and I’ve called in two midwives after two false alarms. I’ve been “false” contracting nonstop for about a week but haven’t gone into labor. There’s some concern that if the water breaks, the baby’s head and body will ride that amniotic wave right out of the body in the amount of time it would take to get to the birth center. I shouldn’t admit this to worried friends and family, but the idea that Aaron might deliver the baby on the side of road is equal parts romantic/exciting and concerning/worrisome. If the party doesn’t start on its own by Saturday morning, there will be another uncomfortable cervical exam and likely a little water-popping.
If you’ve done this before yourself, you can imagine that my entire body is a stack of balloons from the ankles to the belly to the fingers. It’s getting to the point where I physically cannot contain this little munchkin any longer, and although the uterus could be more cooperative, the cervix is definitely in agreement.
Hopefully, more news tomorrow:)