GIRL!!!
Arya Hope was born on May 14th 2013 at 10:59 am weighing 7lbs 12 ounces and meausuring 20 and a half inches long. Everyone is home and healthy and appropriately happy and tired. I have a ton to write about, especially her birth story, but for now I'm going to rest while my littlest naps in her swing and my biggest runs out in the yard with her dad.
I am currently 40 weeks and 3 days pregnant. I am over it. I want this baby on the outside. I've had about enough of painful contractions that don't do a damn thing. At my last appointment I was told that the baby is very low (good), cervix is thinned out (great), but I'm barely dilated to a centimeter (WTF?). That is completely unacceptable to me.
You know what else is getting old...people saying "Oh the baby will come when s/he is ready." That's just peachy, wanna know something...I'm ready. Since my uterus is apparently a 5 star hotel that this child does not want to check out of I am officially evicting it. I'm considering lighting a fire between my legs and smoking the kid out.
Oh and this is also annoying. The fifty million text messages, phone calls, and conversations that I have about when the baby is coming, how I'm feeling, why I'm still working. And the thing is I get it...people are just being considerate and concerned, but I have the exact same conversation about 35 times a day.
I don't know when the baby is coming. Probably never. I feel like I'm 40+ weeks pregnant. I'm still working because I only get 6 weeks and I want to spend it at home with the baby that is never coming. Although May 16th will be my last day of work because then we're looking at induction the following week and at that point I wouldn't have to go back to work anyway.
So how do you get an overbaked baby out?
I've tried pineapple but I couldn't eat the core because it's gross. Didn't work.
I've been walking like a mo fo and while it's helping to keep me fit, it's not working.
I've also been having sex...in the one position that is still viable to us and it's also not working.
I'm squatting, which is giving me a nice tush, but no baby.
I'm really scared of evening primrose oil, red raspberry tea leaf, and castor oil because they're supplements and I'm not sure of the correct dose or what to expect from them.
Any tips or advice? I go back to the doctor on Thursday so we'll see what she has to say about a plan. I'm hoping to avoid an induction, but I'm starting to accept it as a possibility. My office will let me go until 10 days past my EDD, so that would be the 21st. Here's hoping that Mrs. Petrillo checks out before then.
How far along? 40 Weeks
Total weight gain/loss? Up 25 lbs I haven't gained at all this week
Stretch marks? Stupid reproducing stretch marks. I've counted at least 5 on the left side. I've heard more can just crop up after delivery, but I refuse to believe this is true.
Sleep? This was not a bad sleep week and I actually snuck in a few naps as well.
Best moment last week? Celebrating Mother's Day at home. As nice as a Mother's Day baby would have been it was much nicer relaxing at home eating banana pancakes than pushing out a baby in the hospital. Although it would have been nice to have a glass of champagne.
Movement? Lots of low pressure and thuds.
Food cravings? Just all food. I want to eat everything
Food aversions? chicken and onions
Gender? Team Green
Labor signs? Lots of contractions. The closest I've come is 6-8 minutes apart lasting 30-60 seconds for about an hour, but then they go away. They always go away. I don't even get my hopes up anymore.
Belly button in/out? Out and it looks like it's wearing a hood.
What I miss: I have been dying for a margarita. Straight up. On the rocks. Lots of salt.
What I am looking forward to: Having my body back.
Milestones: This baby is completely overcooked.
I expect more from myself than I do from anybody else. I have a very detailed "to-do" list every week. I cook 5 nights a week. I clean. I write. I try and do fun crafts/experiments with Isabella. I organize. I push myself to do these things. I feel guilty when I just sit around during the day and do nothing.
I've come to terms that that is just who I am and it's best to embrace it, form systems that work well with it, and live it.
BUT
I am 9 months pregnant.
My body is gently requesting that I take a lode off and take it easy. So I've listened. I scrapped the to-do list. I've been putting my feet up. I've been watching bad TV. I've been letting my almost no screen time family watch some movies, even though it's sunny outside. When we are outside and playing, I let Andy take a more active role and I stick to things like blowing bubbles and pushing a swing.
I've been delegating. I hired a cleaning lady to come twice a month to clean the house. I've asked my sister to run some errands for me. My mom has taken over doing the laundry and Andy has just been wonderful. He's taken on a lot of household responsibilities and has even taken on some cooking (although, to be honest, that's still my forte).
It's been a little disconcerting. But it's been nice to let people take care of me for a change. It's been nice to actually relax on the weekends instead of jetting off to a million places trying to get a million things done. And you know what? Everyone is surviving just fine. The Earth hasn't spun off it's orbit because I didn't mop the floors. Isabella is still perfectly happy to play in her own back yard instead of going to the park with a friend. Andy was more than happy to grill up a dinner on the bbq for his family, even if he did ask a lot of questions about the side dishes.
It's good practice for me. I want to rest after delivery, not feel guilty about everything.
It's been super fun playing for Team Green this pregnancy. I knew I was having a girl with Isabella and it was so much fun to plan out her nursery and pick out frilly little clothes and dresses and decide on a name, but I also love the not knowing.
It has most certainly saved me some cash money not being able to buy a ton of clothes. There's not a lot of options out there for gender neutral clothing. Mostly everything is beige, white, or yellow. It's also been fun dreaming up both scenarios for a boy or a girl.
And considering all of the pregnancy related things that annoy me: comments about how big I've gotten, or how I've really "popped" or the stranger belly touches. The one thing that never aggravates me is when people guess if it's a boy or a girl and the reason why they think that.
Most people think it's a boy because:
I'm carrying differently, out front and not wide, like I did with Isabella (apparently I was a wide beast and no one told me)
My face didn't change
My stomach is very round like a basketball
My nose didn't spread
Some people think it's going to be a girl because:
I'm craving sweets
The heart rate has been above 140
My skin changed
My hair didn't get thicker
I seem like a "girl mom"
I like all the reasons. I think they're all fun!
What do you all think Mrs. Petrillo is? Any particular reason.
Here's my most recent belly pic:
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