The Bump ain't joking around when they compare a baby at 39 weeks to a watermelon. I'm quite certain there isn't any more room left in my body for this child to occupy. I'm also quite certainly shocked that I have reached 39 weeks.
Knowing I was making dilation and effacement progress the past several weeks is a total blessing and a curse. It was (and is!) exciting to know that my body is preparing for labor and delivery of this baby, but it's also been super irritating for me to remain in this "anytime" window of pregnancy. I would have bet money at 36 weeks that there was no way I was making it to the 39 week mark. Shows just how little I know and just how much this little ladybug is already running the show.
At my 39 week appointment today, I didn't show any noteworthy progress on the dilation and effacement front. My OB was gracious enough to sweep membranes in hopes to get things going. There is no guarantee that it will work, but you can bet your booty I'm holding on tightly to the hope that it will.
There really isn't much else to report, other than me sounding like a big broken record and saying for the hundredth time that I'm ready to meet this little lady. Speaking of feeling ready - I'm feeling very anxious about when things are going to start really happening. I keep telling myself to calm the eff down but my little pep-talks aren't working so well. I'm mentally checked out of work and ready to move onto the next (challenging) phase of a newborn and learning the ropes of two babies.
Come on, baby sister. We are so ready to meet you!