So I have been up since 3am timing contractions. They were 7-8 minutes apart and about 45-60 seconds long for the first couple hours. Simeon woke up around 5:30am and caught me breathing through one and I finally told him what was happening. As expected, he jumped out of bed, ran around plugging things in to charge, laying out outfits and even started some laundry. Meanwhile I was resting in bed keeping tabs on the contractions. I finally got up and about around 6:30am and wanted to take a shower before things got outta control. Being up on my feet brought the contractions much closer together, about 4-5 minutes, so Sim insisted I get my butt back in bed. I rested up for a little longer, then proceeded to finish packing and getting ready to go to the hospital. So now the contractions are about 3-4 minutes apart and we are getting ready to go. Just wanted to let you all know. We will keep you posted as things progress.

Oh my God, I am gonna be a Mommy!

Still no baby. The full moon passed me by with neither a cramp nor a contraction. Damn my resistance to lunar influence! So Simeon and I have taken to eating lots of spicy foods, walking everywhere I can, and even “what got us into this in the first place.” Last night I got some tips from a friend of mine who is in school to be a massage therapist about pressure points and their correlation to all things reproductive. So far nothing is happening. I can practically hear the crickets chirping.

Since I am not terribly uncomfortable (yet!) I am just trying to enjoy this last bit of time before the world as I know it changes. I have a few random things to complete, and since tomorrow is my official last day of work (finally!) I will be able to get those things taken care of in the upcoming days…unless I have the baby, in which case, it won’t really matter anyway.

So that is pretty much what is going on with us. I just wanted to check in and let you all know so you don’t get all excited thinking I have gone into labor. And now I will leave you with a Mother Goose nursery rhyme that has been going through my mind constantly lately (I am sure you can imagine why):

Monday’s Child
Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace;
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go;
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for its living;
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.

I had my 38 week doctor’s appt this morning and have this to report back:

Urine: Normal: no protein, no sugar (yea!)
Weight: 1 pound gained since last appt (bringing me up to 7 lbs total!)
Blood Pressure: Nice and low
Baby’s Heartbeat: Normal, in the 140s
Measuring: perfect for 38 weeks
BPP: 8 out of 8
Cervix: Totally Closed

Since I have passed 38 weeks (I am 38 weeks and three days after all) my doctor has added an internal exam to the list of things we get to do at my weekly appointments. Fun, fun. However, this internal exam did not bring any news what-so-ever. My cervix is completely closed and she couldn’t see any sign of the baby dropping into my pelvis. Heck, you can tell that just by looking at me. In fact during the ultrasound I had before my doctor’s appointment the tech actually had to move one of my boobs out of the way so she could check on the baby’s stats. Yeah, you could say our baby is up high and holding on to my ribs for leverage. My doctor even jokingly asked if the baby was breech. Had we not seen that her head is firmly resting on my bladder for the last three ultrasounds (again, this I could have confirmed without the fancy tests), we might have wondered if she was breech.

So on doctor’s orders, Simeon and I did lots of walking around this evening at the mall. Now if you will excuse me, we have some other, um, “methods” of helping our daughter drop into my pelvis to try out this evening. *wink, wink*