Friday, June 13, 2014

a waiting game


I was perfectly content waiting until July.  It is right around the corner after all.  And even as the every day aches and pain continue to grow and the waddling worsens, I was happy knowing that we had this time.  This one last time as a family of three.  This one last time to sleep until 8:00 a.m..  This one last time to get everything in it's place.  This one last time of calm before the postpartum storm.

And then Monday happened.  Something jostled me from my sleep at 2:00 a.m.  Probably have to pee, again, I thought.  But no, even only half awake, I realized this was different.  A contraction.  And another and another and another.  All consistently 15-20 minutes apart.  Uncomfortable but not terribly so.  And they just kept rolling in.  For hours.  I laid in bed, keeping track, trying not to wake Jon.  When the doctor's office opened later that morning, I called in to report the situation.  At only 35 and 1/2 weeks I was slightly worried that this was too early.  My doctor didn't seem to share the same concern and told me that if it progressed, to head on in to the hospital.

My apprehension quickly turned to excitement.  And I suddenly didn't care that baby girl's clothes were still not stashed neatly in her dresser drawers.  Or that half of the baby equipment still remained covered in dust in the shadows of the storage room.  Or that I still had plans to buy some new pajama pants, as to not be "that mom" in the frumpy old sweatpants at the hospital.  Or that Jon may still have some very important studying to be completed prior to his very important test which happens to be scheduled only one week before the due date.  Because suddenly, all I could think about was finally meeting her. Seeing her sweet little face, holding her in my arms and welcoming her to this big ol' world, I could think of nothing I would rather do.

But then, 8 hours after they began, the contractions began to decrease and become increasingly irregular.  And Jon sighed with relief.  And I did too, but only a little.

Even though I still have 4 weeks before baby is officially done cookin', I can't help but feel that I've been jipped.  Sounds silly, I know.  Blame it on the hormones ;).

It's just a matter of time now, a waiting game.

8 comments:

  1. Oh my! Glad she's still cooking a while longer. At least until after Jon's test...
    I've definitely had many days where I contract every 7-10 minutes. They eventually spread out but it sure feels like a trick at times. You're one beautiful preggo & it sure won't be much longer until you meet your baby girl!

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  2. That little baby girl!!
    I'm happy she's still cooking!
    And that you have another month before her arrival!
    I send you a huge hug!
    Ciaoo!!

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  3. The suspense and excitement! I'm glad to hear that you and your little girl are fine now. Your happiness radiates in you. You are so beautiful!

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  4. so close! you're almost there :)

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  5. Oh my gosh; false alarm!! Guess she wanted to bake a little bit longer. Hang in there and I'm glad things are still going well.

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  6. She'll be here so soon! Super excited to see you with a little girl :)

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  7. Oh mah lands, I know just how you feel. The waiting game! I hope it goes fast for you. She will be here soooonnn! I can't wait to see pictures of the sweet little gal.

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  8. Wow. I realize just how much I've missed in the past few months. I fell out of touch with the blogs I used to follow after I closed down my own blog (used to be at Scarves.etc). You must have had the baby by now or almost judging by the datestamp here. Coincidentally, I am also expecting in a few weeks only. I can totally relate. I can't wait to meet my daughter but I am also enjoying those last moments on my own before the new adventure begins! All the best for you and the family :)

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