I'm not exactly sure what those last few sentences meant, but I DO know that it means OH MY WORD, BABY ON THE WAY!!
We're just a tad thrilled around here.
I'm trying to go on with life as usual. Like, for instance, this afternoon my father-in-law invited me to a gala he was attending for a local foundation. Sweet! So, I put on my tallest heels and headed out. I almost fell out of the car. And I tripped a few times. And I had to peel my feet out of the shoes because they were so swollen. But shoot, I did it! Tall heels at 37 weeks!
Graceful waddle and all!
As if that means anything. Anyway. You get the point--I'm doing my best to not sit around and WAIT. Wait wait wait. I'm trying to stay busy.
In a few days, I will be at the point in my pregnancy when I went into labor with Cub. For a while I figured this little lady would follow suit, but I'm beginning to have my doubts. This pregnancy has proven to be completely different than my pregnancy with Cub. I've mentioned this before, but the differences keep coming. Observe:
Low progesterone, had to take hormones Progesterone is fine
UTIs throughout the entire second trimester No UTIs
Posterior presentation Normal
Swollen feet and hands Minimal swelling
Couldn't wear heels past 10 weeks (balance issues) Loving heels
No signs of early lactation Early lactation
Negative Group B Strep Positive Group B
No dehydration Dehydration
Carried low Carried high
(Pardon the crooked formatting.) See? It's just a tad different this time around. Which is still very crazy to me. The only similarities in the pregnancies were the occurrences of morning sickness in the first trimester and early dilation. Everything else has been very, very different! So, all this to say, I wouldn't be surprised if our baby girl decided to stay put for a few more weeks, just to stand out from her brother!! Unfortunately, I'm beginning to get to the "done" stage. I really feel done. I've loved being pregnant and, obviously, Naomi's health is of utmost importance. But, I'll be honest ... I'm done. I'm ready to hold my son on my lap comfortably (and my daughter!). I'm ready to wrestle on the floor with him and lay on my stomach when we read books together. I miss those things. Very badly.
I'm also ready to not fall out of cars and trip frequently.
But, we'll see! For now, we're both hanging in there.
Did anyone else out there who has more than one child experience totally different pregnancies??