40 weeks + 4 days = D-Day
Over the last few days I have been asked maybe a bagillion times what my status was... So here it is... I made it past making Wyatt having a Christmas birthday... Then I made it to my given due date {the 27th}, and I quickly became anxious and eager to go into labor. So you can imagine my excitement when that evening in the middle of the night I awoke with several strong contractions. Of course nothing progressed... Then Tuesday Jake and I, along with some dear friends, went to have the "the salad" from Caioti Pizza Cafe. For those who have never heard of it, it was made famous for their special dressing that has been known to put some women in labor {basically has a bunch of ingredients that are known to start uterine contractions when consumed in high amounts}. Also, just a super fun place to go at 9 months because everyone is wishing you luck and you sign a mommy guestbook.
Later that day with a little walking, I started feeling some mild contractions. Few and far between, but exciting none the less! That night they got stronger and more frequent. But when I awoke Wednesday in time for my doctors appointment... They had pretty much fizzled out. Dr.P said I was "teetering in and out of labor" and he will see me soon. Wednesday night comes and after a few random contractions, they started to become rhythmic and progressively stronger. Around 2 this morning they were so bad I couldn't fall back asleep... By 6, I couldn't lay there any longer. Convinced that I would be going to the hospital sometime this morning, I promptly curled my hair, put on some light makeup, tweezed my eyebrows, ate some breakfast and
counted and breathed through my contractions. By 8:30, they were suddenly gone. GONE!! I would get a silly little thing here or there, but basically it's as if the whole painful 12 hours before me were a dream. So Jake and I went out and walked. And walked. And walked. My sweet husband would sense I was getting discouraged and he'd gently remind me to trust the Lord and His perfect timing {and then make a joke like, "keep walking even in place" or "quick do some jumping jacks"}. And miraculously around 2:24 pm this afternoon {I have been glued to my watch...} I started getting those "knock the breath right out of you" contractions. And so they have continued for the last 5 hours. They started at 10 minutes apart and are now 6 minutes apart ranging from 65-90 seconds long. The goal before we head to the hospital is 3-5 minutes apart for 2 hours lasting 60-90 seconds long.
So here I am, trying to rest to save up energy for what I imagine will be a long night. I am trying to cherish my last moments holding my sweet boy in my belly {and he is going crazy today!} and some last simple moments with my hubby.
Also, with all that walking today, Jake and I put the finishing touches on Wyatt's room!! Here are a few sneak peaks... Hard to believe a baby will be putting this room to use in just days {Lord willing!}
With that I leave you. Please pray for a safe {and quick!} delivery. That it would be tonight or tomorrow and that in the thick of the painful labor I would remember that I can do all things through Him who strengthens me {Philippians 4:13}.
Next time I write I will be a real MOM and it will no longer be just the two of us, but the Brodsky THREE!!!
