So I'm checking in on my little corner of the internet to say as of 7:15 am on Friday, May 13...I am still pregnant with baby Larson #2! My technical "due date" was on Wednesday the 11th. And it came and went, just like any other day. Since Reese arrived on her own at 39 weeks, and everyone told me that second babies come even sooner/faster (hahaha those silly people), I truly never believed I would make it to my due date. I had my hospital bag packed at 38 weeks, stopped working at 38 weeks, got a pedicure, got a haircut, stocked the kitchen, and pretty much told everyone (myself included) that I would have this baby in a matter of days...
Week 39 was pretty good. Despite the waiting, I was grateful for what I viewed in my mind as "extra days" to get a massive to-do list done around the house. Since I had pretty much done zero prep for this baby between working full-time, taking care of Reese and everything else, I feel like I got a massive amount done in the three days Reese was at school last week. This included (but surely not limited to): washing all the sheets and linens in the house, vacuuming every inch of both floors, cleaning the bathrooms, scrubbing the kitchen surfaces, setting up the co-sleeper, putting a diaper changing station in our room, washing baby clothes and cloth diapers, organizing toy bins, books, and our dresser, pulling out the swing, cleaning out the infant car seat, and vacuuming out the inside of my car and arranging both car seats in the back. So all in all, I felt ready by the end of last week and was looking forward to a relaxing weekend and celebrating Mother's Day - maybe by going into labor! Wishful thinking!
But this week and seeing the "due date" come and go...I have to say it's been a tough week emotionally. I'm definitely dealing with so many thoughts and feelings about still being pregnant - feeling so grateful and lucky to have made it this far, but mostly getting more and more anxious for labor by the minute, second-guessing if every twinge, braxton-hicks contraction or pain is going to turn into the real deal, and asking myself each night before bed if this is my last night sleeping through the night, or waking up each morning and thinking - hey, today could be the day! Only...to have it not be.
So of course, to no surprise, induction came up at my 40 week appointment with my doctor this week. My doctors have been so laid-back throughout this entire pregnancy, but suddenly it feels like a big timer has been set, and it is slowly counting down. My doctor suggested scheduling an induction for next Wednesday night - so at exactly 41 weeks. But first, I have an ultrasound and a non-stress test scheduled for Tuesday morning, to check on the babes and make sure he/she is still doing good, as well as see if I am any closer to going into labor. On the bright side, my doctor said he thinks I won't need to keep either appointment, as the odds are 90 percent that I will go into labor on my own before 41 weeks...guess we'll see if he is right!
This definitely isn't how I pictured the end of this pregnancy, and potentially dealing with all these interventions after having such a great natural labor the first time around. It has definitely got me wound up and emotional - I just assumed that my body would remember what to do and it would be a very similar labor and birth experience to when I had Reese. Unfortunately, that may not end up being my experience this time. But, we'll see. I still have a few more days to have this baby kick things into gear, so only time will tell. And at the end of the day, I know none of this will matter in a few weeks after the baby is finally here. How he or she arrived safely into the world will no longer be a concern. If there is one thing I am reminded about pregnancy and motherhood in general it's that things are rarely within my control, surprises happen more often than not, and having a set "plan" is potentially setting yourself up for disappointment. Motherhood is truly the most humbling of all life experiences in my opinion.
So since the timer has been set on this impending induction, I figure I should try all the things you are supposed to try to induce labor. I've been drinking raspberry leaf tea everyday, eating tons of pineapple (even though it now gives me terrible heartburn), walking a ton, foot and ankle massages, a regular prenatal massage, bouncing on the swiss ball, swimming, baths every night, and I even went to acupuncture for the first time in two years for the "labor induction" treatment. Whoa. Talk about intense. I had 26 needles between my hands, wrists, ankles and feet and it was super powerful. Every spot that she touched felt swollen and puffy and sore to begin with, and then she stuck the needle in each point - ouch. i had to definitely practice my deep breathing and close my eyes to get through the treatment. Not exactly the relaxing experience I had envisioned, but she did say since I was reacting so strongly that it meant I was very close to going into labor. So that's something.
Nick and Reese have been really great letting me go through what I need to go through this week. Nick has been encouraging and trying to get me to remember this won't last forever and to try to enjoy the last few days I have to myself as much as possible. Reese has been incredibly sweet 97 percent of the time (I'm leaving 3 percent to some epic meltdowns), but has been really intuitive and talking to the baby each night. Saying things like- "I'm your big sister and I can't wait to meet you, please come out now?" and "Mommy you looks so beautiful" just out of the blue when I'm in my pajamas. I so thankful for her sweet heart.
Anyway, since this is all I can think about this week, and it feels all consuming right now, it does feel good to write and get it out there. So I"ll try to update here if/when anything should happen! And thank goodness I also have this cute face to keep my laughing and keep me busy: