For some reason, when the 20's turn over to the 30's (concerning weeks pregnant), my mind just does a little switch. I start to really get ready. The room. The plans. The bag. And it seems to go MUCH much faster. Is it just me?
Here's the Baby Bump at 29 weeks 3 days.
One day, Jet will come home will an insatiable desire to pick up the camera and take a preggie picture of me. One where you can actually see that I have a face. But if you remember correctly...he isn't the best at taking pictures of me. To his defense, he claims he's my "rear guard". Whatever. :)
But for memory sake, here's Girl #4 in the womb. :) Bare belly style.
She's seriously a gymnast. If she's not rolling and rolling around in the womb, then she's completely still (IE. sleeping). When we had the 10 week "viability check" ultrasound, she was literally bouncing from one side of the uterine wall to the other. Fast and furious. I've NEVER seen anything like it. But thankfully, it left no question concerning her "viability."
And suddenly, the term "bouncing off the walls" held a whole new meaning.
Yet regardless of this crazy energy she's got going on, I can somehow sense that she's a sweet spirited little thing. Gentle, even. I don't know how to explain my feeling in this...but just ask most mom's. You just know.
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My last OB appointment (yes, the same one where the dreaded needles were involved), my midwife started asking me how I was feeling...
Fine. No, I have no questions. Everything is normal. Yes, I think it's going really fast this time too. Yes, I'm having contractions. But I figure it's normal, right?
We had the normal Q&A exchange. Until she started in a whole different direction:
"So I want to remind you that if you feel anything out of place...like steady contractions that don't go away with rest or movement or change of position I want you to call us. Even if you feel...odd. It doesn't matter, call the office.
If you just don't feel right. Really. CALL. US. Now yes, we have women who call us all the time. Women who we just sort of roll our eyes when we get yet another call from them...because they aren't in true labor. But you...well, you are NOT one of those women. Alright? Really. Call."
I laughed at her insistence. Yet appreciated the sentiment. Because admittedly, even though I've walked into the hospital 9cm dilated before, I still feel odd calling in because it might be false labor.
I think even the women who call often still feel weird calling. It's just one of those things. Like calling the doctor about a could-be infant ear infection. There's no way to know unless you DO get it checked, you know?
Last pregnancy, I got the "How-to-Deliver-in-the-car-on-the-side-of-the-Road" speech from a different midwife. One that I was instructed to pass on to my husband in full detail.
We were supposed to have our SUV stocked with trash bags and towels and other such household birthing paraphernalia just in case. And because I'm such the visual person, I tried to picture myself on the side of our busy Highway delivering Raegan.
Uh. No thanks. I'll take an unexpected homebirth over a road-side or ambulance birth anytime. Really. :)
The Concerned Midwife Speeches just make me smile. Because I have complete peace. Even with the newest tidbit that the Lord whispered to my heart during prayer last week...
"This one will be quick."
Hmm...being that my others were all two hours and under, I have to wonder what that means. But I trust. And I hold on to the Peace He is holding out to me.
