Labor, do not tease me...

So at approximately 4:03 AM I had what can only be described as the worst gas pains known to man (I know...TMI, but bear with me here). These continued to wake me up every 20 minutes, then 15 minutes...then by 6 am they were every 9 minutes and I was unable to get back to sleep. So here I am. Drinking loads of water, trying to decide if gas pains could possibly be this regular...

Alright, I have accepted that this may, in fact be labor. Or some form of false labor. Something is going on in my body. Meanwhile I am just sitting around, trying not to think about it...(yeah right!) Wish me luck!

Family Stuff

My grandmother died Sunday night. She was the last living grandparent (or grand-anything) I had. It was pretty sudden, and I tried to be a big girl about it. I was planning on going down to Atlanta for her birthday this year with the baby. I have not seen her in six years (since my parents' divorce), but I still recognized her voice every time she called. We may still have a memorial for her much later this summer, as my dad is going in for surgery soon and needs time to recuperate. My dad says having this baby is fitting, because now he is the oldest person in his family's generation and he is ready to welcome the new generation. This is the first grandchild for my folks, and I know they have wanted this forever.

My mom has now gone a month without cigarettes. I think taking her to birthing classes made this baby so very real and reminded her how important it was to me to have her smoke-free (a.k.a. stinky free) when the baby comes home. I have been a little too preoccupied with myself to really give her the congratulations she deserves. YAY MOM!

My sister-in-law, after many years of wanting to be a mommy...IS PREGNANT TOO!!!! ANOTHER HOORAY! She has been awesome about keeping up with me about her pregnancy and mine, and she is crossing that ten-week threshold that makes this an almost definite cousin for the little kicker in my belly! I joke that I am contagious...Which freaks all of my friends out and sends them running.

The hubby and sis-in-law's grandpa died a few months ago as well. So it really is fitting that we are bringing the new generation into the world at such a pace. Grandma W is going to be surrounded with grandbabies soon!

8 days

And yes...I am still pregnant. So much for the full moon and the barometric pressure. This baby is just NOT ready to be born yet. My hope is to go into labor before my upcoming practice presentation (Thursday) . Shame on me. I just have no desire to be anything but lazy.

My mom (who attended borthing classes with me) tells me that I am just preserving my Power (fromthe "4 P's of Labor, Power, Passage, Passenger, Psyche) for birthing. She also says not to go into labor until tomorrow after 11 am. I get such a kick out of people who give me "black-out" dates for labor. Like I can help it. Hell, I have my OWN black out dates! I want to go to Ravinia for one last pre-baby picnic, I want to go to the art fair this weekend, I want to see the truly unskilled, yet strangely appealing Keanu Reeves in The Lake House with my girl comebacknikki this weekend, I wanna do a lot of things. NOT MY DECISION.

Sigh. Maybe this will happen sooner, maybe later. Patience...wearing...thin...

Update: 2 weeks and counting

So the baby has gradually been dropping...lower...and lower...and lower. Oh the joys of internal exams when there is already a large head in the way of your poor, crushed little bladder! A Bladder that once could consume a 2 liter of pop and still make it through a movie at the theater!!! I actually had to get another ultrasound last weekend to appease my midwife who would not admit that she was concerned at all. The ultrasound showed a perfectly healthy 6.5 lb 37 week fetus that was just hanging out wayyyyy down low.

This week's doctor's appointment...another fun internal... and the kid is even lower! Bean has dropped 2 more cm, and is now wreaking havoc on all my organs below the pubic bone. MEAN BABY!

Possible Good News: Birth is imminent! At least I hope so! Two-four more weeks of this and I may not survive. UGH. The full moon is right around the corner (June 11), and my midwife even marked it on the calendar while I was there. Here we go!?