38 Weeks + 5

I'm this BIG!

Right well I've been a bit slack for the last couple of weeks. Not exactly sure what I've been doing to be honest. There is an abundance of time now to do such things as blogging. And I must say it is nice to get emails asking me what's up because the blog hasn't been updated lately.

So firstly Week 38 started off with a rather big event...

I turned 25!!! I made it to a quarter century! YAY!

This is kinda significant for me when it comes to the impending parenthood. Sometime ago after entering my 'adult years', (some would question whether I actually have reached these in maturity but that's another blog - probably one my husband would enjoy writing) -anyway I digress..... Sometime ago I decided that I really would like to be a mum by the time I was 25yrs old. I'd decided that firstly by this time I would have met 'Mr Right', secondly that my body would be in good shape and in near peak condition to take on pregnancy and thirdly that I would have had a chance to work for a couple of years and decide whether I really did want to have children at 25.

So as it turned out I did find Mr Right - or did he find me? and in due course we decided that we'd quite like to spend the rest of our lives together. I was 22 going on 23 when we got married - best thing I ever did!

I've done my best to keep in shape. Ryan has definitely helped keep me motivated with this department. I definitely still struggle with it but have realised that as he says I have to want to do it for myself and find something I enjoy doing. Despite wanting to look in shape for him I need to find the motivation in me.

In the work department I think to be fair and honest I'm not quite where I wanted to be. I would have liked to have done some further study perhaps started on a masters. I had the opportunity to do so in NZ but then we decided that we both were keen as anything to explore the world and there's plenty of years to study but in terms of doing some travelling on our own there weren't so many years available.

So I found myself thinking about these things the day I turned 25 and came away quite happy with where I'm at in life and stoked that this baby is on the way.

We will be able to climb mountains together, bike mountain tracks, run, perhaps even enter some races, hang out, travel and hopefully be good friends. And then as Ryan and I age hopefully we will have that second wind at enjoying the travel... just the two of us.

So that was Monday.

Tuesday - The much talked about Hospital Bag was made complete with the purchase of nursing bras!!! woohooo! oh how smashing! Actually they're not that bad really. Don't worry I'm not going to go overboard and post pics of them. They're comfy and will do the trick and God and baby willing I will pull off this breastfeeding thing and they will be money well spent.

Thursday - Midwife Appointment. Pretty uneventful really. BP 110/60. Baby still head down, bum up - still active. Baby's heart heard beating that's always nice. I'd had one headache and there was a bit of protein in my urine and so the midwife decided she wanted me to be seen on the weekend. So I was to expect a phone call re that.

That night I had some quite sharp pains and did wonder whether they were contractions. I tried to keep sleeping and did nod off but they eventually disappeared. Good thing I didn't wake Ryan.

Friday - Felt quite noticably uncomfortable today really quite achy so when the midwife rang I just asked her about it. She said that she thought I should go in and see the GP just in case I had an infection. So I got an appointment. Saw the GP who thought it wasn't an infection that i was definitely tender there but thought I should go for further assessment at the Maternity Assessment Unit just in case...

So I came home and told Ryan. It was about 6pm by this stage and having worked in a hospital on an assessment unit I decided we should definitely get some food into us becasue we could have a wait ahead of us. Put the bags in the car and made our way there. It was a bit of a test run for Ryan in the car and I was quite amused by the fact that he managed to take the wrong round-a-bout. But to be fair he was probably on auto pilot a bit from many days picking me up from work. We would have got there eventually.

At the assessment unit they hooked me up to a monitor and I had a button I was to press whenever I felt the baby's movements. Sat there for about 30mins with that going, pondering what (if anything) may be going on within this body of mine. The midwife came and had a look at the reading and asked if I had any pain - I didn't. She said "because you are having contractions" - "oh" I had noticed tightening but I guess I relate contractions with a little more discomfort than what I was experiencing. She took my observations - all fine. Then after a bit more of a wait the Doctor came and saw me and decided to examine me. This to her surprise and ours revealed that I was 100% effaced (= the cervix had flattened right out) and 1cm dilated. She said she could feel the baby's head very low.

Wow! So that was exciting but what exactly did it mean? Well both the doc and the midwife seemed to think that we would be back on the labour suite in the very near future like that weekend!!!!

FAR OUT!!! We're having a baby!!!! We bounced our little excited selves out of there and went home to prepare for this big arrival.... sometime soon.....

As you can see it is now TUESDAY NIGHT! That's a whole 4 days since we were at the hospital and absolutely nothing has happened!! I wish that they hadn't said anything now. I had already started to feel like I was in 'waiting' mode and the last few days have been even more so. So I'm trying to just switch off and go back to thinking that we're heading for the 5th July - although I do hope that it's not going to be that long.

We're almost up to Week 39 and so unless our bugalugs does arrive I won't have much to report between now and when the midwife is coming to visit this friday.

Keep the entries coming in for gender, arrival date and birth weight it is keeping me amused.