Just Messin' With Ya!

This should be Boy #3's tag line...

Let me start this post with a warning: Do not continue to read if you don't like long, boring, mildly graphic novel-length posts filled with complaints. With that being stated, let me start by saying WE ARE GOING CRAZY at the J Home!!

It all started at my 34 week appointment. As my doctor was doing a routine ultrasound, she informed me that the baby looked like he'd dropped, head pressing against cervix, and that she needed me to be "really careful and stay off my feet" so we could keep him in for at least 2, hopefully 3 more weeks. She also said that would explain the contractions I'd been having and gave me some medicine to stop them. My doctor is normally extremely laid back, so her panic invoked a bit of alarm...

Needless to say my husband and parents were a bit worried about me (let's face it, Sarah staying off her feet is a bit of an oxymoron, even for only 2 weeks). And I was personally exasperated because I hadn't planned on stopping life until 36 weeks, so naturally I'd crammed everything into my schedule for those exact 2 weeks.

Just another trauma to add to my baby list. Trauma, you ask? But having a baby is supposed to be a joyous an blessed occasion. I'm sure for most normal people, it probably is. A little background information: 

Hunter 3 weeks

Hunter was breech all along and at my 36 week appointment with him, I was told there was no way I could go into labor on my own. Well, what do ya know, 2 days later my water broke all over the floor and we were off to the hospital for a c-section, stat! (Yes it is very tramatic being caught completely unprepared and thinking you still have weeks to get ready- we didn't even have a car seat for him!) Once opened up, they figured out I have a heart-shaped uterus (which is usually no big deal- it just means you typically can't carry babies as long. It also means no option for a v-bac and a limited number of pregnancies). With Kyler, I started having regular contractions at 35 weeks. We made it to 38 weeks with him, when I literally watched him "drop" and then went into labor the next day. My contractions had been so bad for the previous 3 weeks, that I didn't think I was in real labor. Brett and my mom literally forced me to go to the hospital! (Good thing they did, because I was dilated to a "5" and less than an hour later we were looking at a "stat surgery" once again...)

Kyler 3 weeks

So last week I was cleared to go off the medicine and do whatever I want. The doctor's exact words: "Okay, so if you're in pain, just come in and we'll take the baby." Um, what kind of statement is that? So of course, with every few contractions, I think "Is that the real thing?" and poor Brett is constantly on edge because he knows from experience that his wife won't go into the hospital until she's crawling on the floor and can't speak (who wants to go to the hospital just to be sent home?), while our sweet friends and family members keep asking "Are you having contractions? Are you in labor? How are you feeling?" (Mighty crappy, thank you, having a heavy baby grind his head into your pelvis everytime he moves is no day at the beach.)

Low-Rider

So the last few weeks we've been in "hurry-the-baby's-coming any-minute-mode." We've scrubbed every inch of the house, finished spring cleaning, caught up on all the yard work (yup- even the garden), washed all the baby clothes, crib and cradle set up, car seat ready to go... And now NOTHING!!  I know I should be happy to have almost everything crossed off my list and make it to my May goal. But (maybe due to the fact that he's been consistently measuring 2 weeks ahead) Brett and I honestly thought we'd have an April baby.

But no, after all the worry and stress and having to do everything for the last few weeks (on Brett's part) and all the frustration at having to sit around unable to do anything (on my part), here I am 3 weeks later with no baby and no change in progress...

You'd think I'd realize by now I can't plan on anything going how I think it's "supposed" to go. This little guy must be meant to help show his mom yet again that she has absolutely no control and needs more patience..  

Baby Boy #3 @ 37 weeks
Measuring over 7 lbs. so far...

Okay, message received, kid! I'm patiently waiting. Now stop messing with our heads and just get here already!