I am, but I'm not due until the last day of the month
I have contrax every. single. night. for the last .... forever. I thought day before yesterday, maybe something was up cause they were actually regular and I felt like puking, but nope, never got any stronger... I'm officially dilated to 2cm and effaced. OB appt today, got checked for a yeast infection, which I have
: and told him to go ahead and check me-- 2cm is what I estimated when I checked last. OB said if I hit 40 weeks and still hadn't had the babe, he'd be happy to induce me
I was talking about pubic bone pain, so I know he was just trying to make me feel better, it was meant as a joke or reassurance, but still...
The kid is still OP but hasn't dropped, which is good. I need to spend more time with my butt in the air and trying to make it wiggle on over to the side. The only time I can feel a butt is when I first wake up. Wonder if kiddo will drop before I go into labor, or during labor? DD dropped at like 6 months, so I had a big ole head between my legs for the whole last trimester. This one keeps shoving it's hands over it's head and into my cervix.
Can I rant for a minute? I feel like I'm on such an emotional rollercoaster. Hard core bitch-mode.
I'm just so darned uncomfortable, and sleep deprived... the cat is driving me insane. She has been sleeping on my tummy/side part of the night while I sleep, but for the past two nights, the baby kicks so she SWATS it, with claws.
: The cat is officially banned from the bedroom.
We are packing to move, right... Dh keeps doing brilliant things like PACKING ALL THE TOOLS IN A BOX AND SEALING IT. Yes dear, we NEED the tools, but we need them ACCESSIBLE NOW. And he put all those books in a GIANT box, so no one can pick it up, ever. And says we now have an excuse to buy a dolly *sigh*
DD is on "fall break" from preschool all week and has 2 back teeth left to fully come in. So whine, whine, whine. I feel bad for her, I really empathize, but I need some empathy, too. I can't bend down well because of the pubic pain, so she'll get mad at me and deliberately put toys or clean clothes in the floor, and tell me to pick it up. In like a snotty teenager voice. It's horrible. She is a sweetheart most of the time, but boy, when she's in a mood, she lets the world know... well, at least I know where she gets it
Oh, I'll be glad when I'm my cool mellow self again. At the same time, I'm still hoping baby will be late and we can get into our house before he/she gets here!!! (I could handle 12 days past due date... I really could... I may need crazy pills by then, but at least I wouldn't be moving with a newborn)