I got the 37 week e-mail today. You know the e-mails that one website sends each week? It’s funny because when I was trying to get pregnant with L, I thought a lot about those e-mails. Each time I found out I was pregnant, I would excitedly run to that site and sign up for them, only to miscarry and then have to go take myself back off the list so that I wouldn’t get a weekly reminder of my failed pregnancy. When I was pregnant with L, I went ahead and signed up again. I remember posting this hoping that I’d make it to the week six email.
And now here I am, Week 37 with baby #3. It’s incredible. And scary. And mind blowing. And scary.
Last Friday I started having contractions every 5 minutes. My brother in law got married on Saturday, so I was getting a little bit nervous that we were going to be a no show to the wedding. But she held out all weekend and the only thing that interrupted the wedding was a 30 minute downpour. On Sunday I told my body that it could go ahead and start labor at any time now. I’m ready. It didn’t listen. Contractions have mostly stopped. I am still getting them, just not on any sort of regular pattern.
In case you don’t recall (or care) I had Bugs at 38W1D, and L came at 36W6D, so it’s not crazy for me to plan on having this kid early. However, apparently girls have a mind of their own and it appears that she is content for now. So, I’m trying to wrap my head around the fact that I could be waddling around in pelvic discomfort for up to 3 more weeks. And now I actually have to start focusing on my work again because it seems as though I can’t neglect it for that long.
So there’s the update. 37 Weeks. No baby yet.