Dearest little bean,
Our lovely little Lark is one week old today…so crazy! I’ve yet to blog her birth story, and don’t do much else all day but stare at her in awe. I’m still sore from the c section I ended up having, but I guess that’s to be expected when doctors slice through the seven layers of the candy cane forest to get your baby out.
So…what I wore today, was kleenex in my nostril.
39 weeks has arrived along with a wicked cold/sinus/allergy issue. Mixed with all of the other “end of pregnancy” lovelies, I’m feeling super pretty today.
I also had a 39 week appointment today, where I had a cervical check…which amounted to…NOTHING…absolutely nothing. Making all of this pain/cramping/general feeling of yuck seem even more daunting. Now, I realize first babies are often late…fine, I get it…and I hear from people EVERY day that I shouldn’t count on any signs or symptoms I’m having. You know, because everyone knows exactly how my body feels, better than my doctor, even. But if you’ve been feeling the way I’ve been feeling physically, and the doctors are reassuring you that your body is doing exactly what it should be, you get kind of hopeful that you’ll hear “2cm” or even “1cm,” which, again, I realize could mean something or nothing…but it just feels discouraging hearing nothing has happened, except the beginnings of insanity because your mind can’t keep up with your body’s teasing and tricks.
And the cervical check itself…I mean…wow…I won’t call it what I’d like to, because that would be vulgar and I don’t need that kind of traffic coming to my blog from those kinds of searches…how about that pitcher for the Detroit Tigers?! Doug Fister…he’s pretty good on the mound…
But my mom will be here Friday, and that’s what I’m trying to focus on, along with climbing several flights of stairs a day from now until baby decides to show up…