For the past two weeks I feel like we've been practicing the art of getting by.
We've been back to Labor and Delivery three times since our Halloween pre-labor fiasco. All of these trips were after I had been having contractions that were 2-3 or 3-4 minutes apart - but luckily all of these contractions were considered Braxton Hicks and not the real deal. I say "luckily" but it has been a very frustrating and emotional experience.
It's safe to say that Ryan and I are both over the fuss of this business and just ready for the real deal now that we are so close to being full term.
Or maybe that's just me?
I have heavy cramping and/or contractions all day, every day. I'm continually reassured by my doctor, our doula, and my prenatal yoga instructor that all this "work" (cramping and contracting) is not for nothing and that it will help when we reach active labor - so I try to keep that in mind.
I also keep in mind that my body has been doing this excessive amount of work for over two weeks now and I wonder if this baby will just fall out one day as I'm walking down the hallway.
Too much? Sorry.
I'm ready to meet this baby boy and move onto the next phase of this adventure. We know that he could come anytime, but also know that he could very well stay put until our due date. Which is exactly one month from today.