This post is more for my own memory rather than being something that the blogger world will care about, but I started this blog to use it as a journal and I'm going to continue doing that!
TMI ALERT---This is a labor story, so it's gonna get icky. Read at your own risk. :)
As you might know, my due date was February 27th. That assumed a 40 week gestation period, and I had learned in our birthing class that the average woman usually delivers around 41 weeks and 1 day if she is left to her own devices and doesn't get induced. For my own personal reasons, I really didn't want to get induced. I wanted Baby Boy to come when he was ready to and not when I or my doctor wanted him to. Because of that, I always assumed he would be born sometime during the first week in March. I was kind of hoping for 3/1/13 or 3/3/13 just because I am weird and like fun numbers, but I definitely didn't think I'd have a February baby.
On the morning of February 27th, I had my 40 week prenatal appointment. They "checked' me and I was dilated to a 3 and effaced to 80%. I had had some contractions the night before and had thought I might be in labor, but they had stopped the second I fell asleep and I hadn't had any more that morning. The midwife asked me if I had a history of fast labors in my family. After thinking about it, I really couldn't say that I did. my sisters all delivered around the average of 12-18 hours. My mom had fast labors, but I wasn't sure that she tracked the timing the same way they do now. My midwife commented that my body had already done a lot of the work so I might get lucky and have a fast delivery. I laughed and told myself to plan on the exact opposite; no woman wants to get her hopes up for a fast delivery and then labor for 24+ hours!
After my appointment, I went to work and had a typical work day. I only had one contraction while at work and it wasn't even painful. I could just feel my abdomen tightening up. That was okay with me, though, as my doula's son was getting married on the 28th and I was on strict orders not to have a baby that day because she wouldn't be able to help me! I knew that if I went into labor that afternoon, I would be laboring into the 28th.
After work, I came home and lounged for a bit. One of the final things on my "to-do" list was to have Hubster take photos of my baby bump. I only had photos of it on my camera phone and I wanted some higher quality ones so I could remember what my bump looked like. He got home at six and we quickly took some photos outside. Nothing fancy, but enough to remember by:
|I can never be serious.|