72+ Hours of Patience

You know that feeling when you believe you've reached your peak? 

Yeah me too. 

I thought I hit the peak with this pregnancy this last weekend. My OB, who is wonderful by the way, gave me the best hope this last Thursday. After waiting 2 hours to see Dr. L, she came in, checked me out and told me that I had dilated from 2cm to 4cm and had effaced to 90%! Woot...right? Of course! She also did a little sweeping of my membranes which gave me a 50% chance of going into labor in the next 72 hours of my appointment. 

I was thrilled. I thought, "This is it! Finally, I think I've reached the end." Commence the walking & spicy food!

... ... zzz ... ... !

I'm still pregnant. (Insert unhappy pregnant face)

Seriously, this child of mine has a mind of her own, and even though I'm bummed that I still need to wait to hold her precious little body in my arms, I'm thankful she's the way she is. She's an "on my time" kind of a little girl, and that's okay by me. She's a mix between Miguel and me... o.0 Yeah, I'm a little worried, won't lie. Not a bad worried, but enough that it makes me nervous to think wow, three oldest children in the same house. Woah. I'll let you know how that goes. 

Also, I did set up an induction date, which I'm having some reservations about. I really want her here, but I don't want to force her out when she's not ready. I mean, since I'm keeping the date hush hushed, she won't be that far off from her due date, and that's okay, right? I'm just miserable. I wake up with heartburn every single night. I get 5 hours of sleep that has no benefits. At least with a baby I get to cuddle up with her... instead I'm stuck with a rock hard belly and full bladder at 3am. :( 

Seriously though, I'm ready for her to be here anytime now. Send us some pushing baby thoughts and maybe that will help. 

:) 

Pictures Are Included. :)

Basics to know: 

I'm a blondie again. <3 

Making short hair and pregnancy look good. :)

I'd like to have my hair look like this again. :) 

I think I'll stay this way for quite sometime. Just in case Brielle comes out with blonde hair, I want people to know that she's mine. And, apparently I look ten years older with my brown hair. No joke, I get asked at least once a week how many children I have when people see my belly. I'm only 21, not 31. Hopefully the blonde will tone down the age factor when people are trying to guess how old I am. I recently was told I looked 25. That was today actually. Kudos to me...? 

I'm still pregnant. 

This was on Wednesday. 36 weeks and 4 days pregnant. <3

I'm still 2cm dilated and 80% effaced. 3 weeks now. Sigh. She's still a cookin' that's for sure. I think she's getting a little too squished though. Hopefully, she'll want to play with us this next week. I'd totally be okay with that since I had a back labor pains all night long, like a Lionel Richie song. 

The doctor also told me that I if I go to my 40 weeks, I should expect a high 7 to a low 8 pound baby. o.0 I mean, come on. I wasn't that big, and I don't think Miguel was either. That just means she'll hopefully sleep through the night better. So I've been told. 

I'm considered "full term" as of tomorrow. 

That's right Brielle. You have 21 days to pack up your goodies and exit the womb. 

Technically, she can debut anytime after tomorrow, and my wonderful OB won't try and stop her! Bahahaha. Bring on the pineapple or the acupressure. 

She won't come out until she's ready, but a little wishful thinking never hurt any pregnant woman... :) 

Thank goodness my hospital bag is packed! Thanks to some wonderful girlfriends who make sure I'm blog savvy. 

I'm secretly a pregnancy model. 

Hahaha. Nah, just kidding. I just want to see if you were still reading my post. :)

And this happened... 

Thor Hedgehog and More! 

I think that's it... If not, I'll post more. 

Oh, and I have dinner shower tonight with some of the best classmates in the entire world! Shout out to my UCMT EM0312! <3

That 4am Post

1....2....3....4....5....zzz...zzzzz....zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

That's the way it should be. Count some sheep, fall asleep. But not for this pregnant lady.

Sleep hasn't been a very kind friend to me the past few weeks. I'm pretty sure it's just envious of the fact that I have the baby, and it doesn't. That, or it's being ever so kind as to remind that we will never be friends again. I haven't quite decided which one it is just yet. But, I really would like to sleep.

When the internal clock says, "It's Bed Time!" I normally can fall asleep within two to fifteen minutes of snuggling up in bed with my honey. Oh, and Miguel too. :) Lately, though, it seems like the internal clock is going off every 5 hours saying, "It's Bed Time!" even when the sun in up. 5 hours of sleep and then I'm up again.

Granted it doesn't help that for the past, almost, four days I have had a cough strong enough to hack up parts of my lung, a sinus headache to make it so when I am awake, I have no desire to sleep again and heartburn from the deep inner core of the earth. Seriously, who thought it would be funny to give a pregnant woman with less than four weeks left of her carrying a baby around all of this junk?! I have one step up on my diabetic coworker in the immune system department. That's not that great.

Thankfully, I have a great hubby who, when I run out of Tums, will make a 3:30am trip to WalMart to buy them for me. And yes, he did come back with other items too: A RingPop and Cherry Flavored Chapstick. He must have been tired... ;) What would I do without him?

In attempts to start feeling better, I'm going to hit the hay, figuratively that is. I don't happen to have a stack or even a skosh of hay in my bedroom. Maybe it would be better to say, "I'm going to try and cozy myself in the full size bed that I share with my hubs, while trying not to cough on him."

Oh! If any veteran moms, or Scategories masters, have any ideas of "items to pack in a hospital bag" I'd greatly appreciate it. Once this bag is packed, I'm sure we'll both be ready for Brielle's debut.

<3