Well, to start things off, we are at the 37 week mark! Our baby is now considered "full-term," regardless of when he/she decides to be born. I am very excited to have made it this far, and feel so accomplished and ready to breathe a sigh of relief! I never would have guessed the responsibility that you feel when pregnant...I'll be happy to share the load a bit with Carl in a few weeks.
The doctors will let us go up to 2 weeks past term, if the baby looks healthy still on an ultrasound, and if we both pass a stress test. However, if these tests do not come back with good results, they will induce us. I'm praying this little one decides not to be quite as stubborn as his/her mama (2 weeks late) and will take the best of both worlds and be right on time (daddy was 2 weeks early).
This morning while lying down in bed, I had my first Braxton-Hicks Contraction. At least, that is what I believe happened. It started in my back and moved around to my abdomen. It was a bit unexpected, but not at all unbearable. I'm happy that I got to experience at least one before the big day comes!
Friday night, while watching a movie with mom, Jess, Bekah, and TJ the baby moved. I'm not exactly sure where he/she moved to, but that night I had to get up to go to the bathroom 3 times in the night. Same thing happened again last night, and has been happening multiple times throughout the day. I am guessing that the baby has moved itself down more, where it can press on its mommy's bladder all the more! I am thankful that this is just starting now though--and up until this point I have not had to deal with waking up multiple times in the night.
A new thing has also been insomnia--or just not being able to get back to sleep. For example, I have been awake since 5:00 this morning...and I don't feel exhausted at all. In fact, I feel energized ready to start the day! Carl--not so much! He's enjoying a few more minutes of sleep--lucky him!
To close, I can't believe it has been a decade since 9/11. That to me is so hard to believe. I just finished watching a little boy speak about his father, and how he was a hero...and it just brought tears to my eyes. So many children who lost their parents, parents who lost their children, sisters and brothers, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends--my heart goes out to them in a whole new way this year.
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