So we had our "pants off" visit yesterday (Nick kept his on, otherwise that would have been awkward) and Dr says I am right on track. Riley should be here around his due date (July 23)and should be around 7 lbs or more. She said I am already dilated 1 cm which made me wince a little.
"OMG, this is really happening. My body has already started the process...JEEEZUZ! Wait, how do I breath again? What am I supposed to do when I feel contractions...cry, call labor and delivery or eat KFC?" All those classes started to blend into one in my head and I started getting confused. "Wait, is breast milk okay for adults...wait, no, that wasnt my question. That was that weirdo guys question in breastfeeding class."
So...now there is really no turning back. As if that was a possibility before. Haha. Its exciting and scary all at once. Needless to say, I am spending today looking over all our handouts and reading up on what the heck we are supposed to do. I am sure that will last about 20 minutes...but at least I am thinking about it!
After our appointment yesterday, I felt like I needed to celebrate now that I am at 1 cm. It was weird. Like I needed to congratulate my body for doing what it is supposed to. So naturally, instead of celebrating with a beer, I celebrated with 2 diet cokes and churros with ice cream and caramel sauce at a mexican restaurant and couldnt fall asleep until 1am this morning because of a caffiene high and killer heartburn. CONGRATS body! Job well done! Hahahaha.
And Nick came to the realization last night that he may need to watch his alcohol intake over the next few weeks in case he needs to drive me to the hospital OR just stay awake during the birth :)
What a weird thing to have to think about. I mean, it makes sense, obviously, but I cant say that thought really occurred to me until he mentioned it. Then I started thinking about where we are going to be when it all goes down....
Will we be sleeping? Will I have time to shower? Will my hair look cute? Will I have just eaten or will we have to stop for food along the way? Will we have time to stop for food? Will I even want to eat? Will Nick be at work? Will my water break on the sidewalk and will I have to ask a stranger for a napkin? Will my legs be freshly shaven?
Man, there is a lot to think about. I am sure I am missing a few important details, but these thoughts are important for me. Its amazing how vain I have become thinking about this whole birthing process. I almost cried the other day when I thought I had a stretch mark. I am still not convinced it is "just blood vessels close to the skin" like Nick said. But of course since I cant see, I am going to trust that he is right. Right Nick????!!! hehehe.
But like I have heard all mothers say...none of it matters once the baby comes. They say that I will be so happy that I will forget everything I went through during labor and the birth...
Yea right! I am still finding that hard to believe now...especially since I could poop on the delivery table and that seems like something that might stick with me. But hey, maybe not. Maybe I wont even know it happens. And if it does...Nick, you better not tell anyone :) Hahaha.
On that note: Happy 4th of July everyone!
More pictures to come later today or tomorrow :) Hope you are all doing well!
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Sounds like things are going great! FYI - I didn't notice any stretch marks until AFTER the babies were born!! I was so pissed!! I thought I had managed to make it without getting any!!
You'll be in traffic when you start to have the baby.
Seeing Loki in the crib made me think, "What if Riley is allergic to cats?"
I guess you would have to send Riley to live with me eh? He'll be good at board sports.
"Carey" is right--you don't see the stretch marks until later...because they're all on that underside of your belly that you haven't seen in a while! Also, don't worry too much; once labor begins, you will most likely have time to shave your legs, wash your hair, have Nick paint your toenails (since you haven't been able to reach them in a while, am I right?), eat KFC, whatever! I remember when my doctor told me I was three centimeters at one of my later appointments, and I was like, "No seriously, I can just walk around town dilating--this is some crazy %#$@!"
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