We go to the hospital for the planned C-section on the 27th unless labor progresses on its own before then.
We are under two weeks away.
I say ‘we’ although it feels more like ‘I.’
Ya know… I carried this baby. I tore my body up. I suffered and puked and cried and endured the pregnancy on my own. Somehow it still feels selfish to take all the credit. I’m conflicted, however, because a cesarean is no joke and I’m the one going under the knife. To be honest, I’m scared to death to do it again, but I understand it’s something I’ve got to do. I’ve expressed my worry to my fiancé and he is very supportive and doing his best to understand, but in the back of my mind I still know that after all, it’s me that is ultimately going through this. Not him. He is in a way – but not really.
So yeah, I’m anxious and worried and scared.
So send good vibes and wish us luck on a healthy remaining two weeks!!! Because I’m doing my best to try to keep my mind at bay, but it’s been a struggle and every day that we get closer is another day closer to me freaking out!
We’re at 35 weeks, everyone! I’ve officially made it inside the 30 day mark. This is almost cause for celebration (almost)!
Today I had an ultrasound and he was measuring one week ahead and nearly SIX pounds. It’s always reassuring to see your babe appear healthy and growing while in your womb. Not everyone gets to experience that, so it’s something I try to enjoy although pregnancy can be a struggle.
Four more weeks. I can do this. I’m beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
(Even though I don’t have the nursery completed or a hospital bag packed)
Last night was the bright harvest moon. Today I’m looking out at this soybean field that stretches across the street from my front porch, and I’m thinking, ‘Look at the beautiful and gradual change of color within this field. How lucky I feel to have had my hard work pay off and to purchase my own home. And one with a view like this, at that!’
‘A lot of pain, sweat, and tears was shed before I got here. I remember the days dreaming of what I’ve got now.’
Today I’m especially stricken with pride as I enjoy the beautiful day’s views from a front porch swing.
I’m 9 months pregnant, so every part of my body feels broken.
So for now I’m limited on what I can really post – I can’t type on my phone it’s so broken, let alone take any pictures. Things have been very simple around here and my onscreen time has gone down significantly.
But I’ve also really noticed how much of a tool I use my phone as.
I’m not talking about Facebook scrollin’, but I do keep my calendar in my phone updated. Other tools I use on my phone that I’m now really struggling without is the calculator and text messages. I keep a lot of lists and notes in my phone, too, so I’ve been walking around aimlessly it feels like.
How does anyone that works a regular full-time job have time to run any errands without using up personal time or vacation? I don’t have the time during the day to run to the cell store and get a new phone.