*sigh*
I had a not-so-super day today and wanted to bawl my eyes out (probably should have just to get it out of the way! but instead I tried to hold it in while seeing the midwife)...
First, the good parts... baby has, indeed, descended on down (two weeks ago, he/she was not low at all)... I've only gained *gasp, don't hate me* two pounds this entire pregnancy (I did drop about 10 at the beginning though, so I gained it back and then two more.. but still.. only two pounds up from my pre-pregnancy weight)... I've had no swelling whatsoever and can still take off/on my wedding rings even. .. No protein or leukocytes in my urine (I've sometimes had that issue.. but no more!)... ... AND, my midwife (and her two understudies) love looking at the goodies I sew... and the midwife even commissioned me to make two dresses for her granddaughters
...
But... Then, I did EXACTLY what I SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE and had a vag check. The midwife really could care less if I did or not, but said some like to know or at least have the option. I wasn't going to. I really wasn't. And then... ugh.. then I caved.
But of course, nothing was going on... and I'm pretty sure I KNEW there was no dilation. She said about 25% effaced... so that's *maybe* something.. but.. not really *sigh* I wanted to slap myself after that. Because I know that it really means NOTHING! I still COULD go into labor tonight just because things are funny like that! But.. there's that crazy mindgame stuff and I just feel like I've gone through some prodromal labor and whatnot and all for naught. Just when I think my body is doing what it's supposed to... I feel like it's failing me. (Or rather, that I failed it three times before since I had hospital inductions).
I'm 40 weeks today.
Oh.. and my hemoglobin levels were 11. So.. I'm anemic on top of everything. ... The midwife was actually happy that thus far nothing is really going on cervix-wise though because then I will hopefully have time to bring those levels up (I got Floradix, a different prenatal that my midwife recommended and said has easily absorbable iron in it...).
My mom, bless her wonderful heart, just cooked up liver and onions for me to try. I. about. barfed. No offense to those who like it (I'm sure it could be great)... but I'm not much of a meat-eater at all anyway (I was a vegetarian for seven years... but eat *some* meat on occasion now... just not much because I really don't like it). For dinner tonight I made egg salad sandwiches with some chopped spinach in there as well. And had mandarin oranges with it (for the Vit C to help with iron absorbtion!).
Sooooo..... For whatever reason, everything all together made me want to bawl. I just want to go into labor on my own for once. One. Freaking. Time. Do you hear that, universe?! Work with me here!!
/end rant.
(thanks for listening)
I had a not-so-super day today and wanted to bawl my eyes out (probably should have just to get it out of the way! but instead I tried to hold it in while seeing the midwife)...
First, the good parts... baby has, indeed, descended on down (two weeks ago, he/she was not low at all)... I've only gained *gasp, don't hate me* two pounds this entire pregnancy (I did drop about 10 at the beginning though, so I gained it back and then two more.. but still.. only two pounds up from my pre-pregnancy weight)... I've had no swelling whatsoever and can still take off/on my wedding rings even. .. No protein or leukocytes in my urine (I've sometimes had that issue.. but no more!)... ... AND, my midwife (and her two understudies) love looking at the goodies I sew... and the midwife even commissioned me to make two dresses for her granddaughters
...But... Then, I did EXACTLY what I SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE and had a vag check. The midwife really could care less if I did or not, but said some like to know or at least have the option. I wasn't going to. I really wasn't. And then... ugh.. then I caved.
But of course, nothing was going on... and I'm pretty sure I KNEW there was no dilation. She said about 25% effaced... so that's *maybe* something.. but.. not really *sigh* I wanted to slap myself after that. Because I know that it really means NOTHING! I still COULD go into labor tonight just because things are funny like that! But.. there's that crazy mindgame stuff and I just feel like I've gone through some prodromal labor and whatnot and all for naught. Just when I think my body is doing what it's supposed to... I feel like it's failing me. (Or rather, that I failed it three times before since I had hospital inductions).
I'm 40 weeks today.
Oh.. and my hemoglobin levels were 11. So.. I'm anemic on top of everything. ... The midwife was actually happy that thus far nothing is really going on cervix-wise though because then I will hopefully have time to bring those levels up (I got Floradix, a different prenatal that my midwife recommended and said has easily absorbable iron in it...).
My mom, bless her wonderful heart, just cooked up liver and onions for me to try. I. about. barfed. No offense to those who like it (I'm sure it could be great)... but I'm not much of a meat-eater at all anyway (I was a vegetarian for seven years... but eat *some* meat on occasion now... just not much because I really don't like it). For dinner tonight I made egg salad sandwiches with some chopped spinach in there as well. And had mandarin oranges with it (for the Vit C to help with iron absorbtion!).
Sooooo..... For whatever reason, everything all together made me want to bawl. I just want to go into labor on my own for once. One. Freaking. Time. Do you hear that, universe?! Work with me here!!
/end rant.
(thanks for listening)








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