The waiting game

At 38 weeks pregnant Shawn and I are playing the waiting game. It is all up to my body and this little girl as to when she will make her grand entrance. It’s funny, but I am seeing just how impatient I am. I want this little girl to come out so badly that it is all I can think about. Shawn and I have both decided that it is because we don’t know the day. We decided that if we knew what day it was going to happen it wouldn’t be as big of a deal to us, but waiting for it to happen at any moment is stressing us out.

Every morning Shawn will tell me if I am allowed to have her or not (mainly because of his work schedule) that day. I think it is funny. I told him that I am almost positive even if he has to wait for his manager to drive up to Park City and for Shawn to drive to the hospital it will be okay, he won’t miss the birth. Chances are highly unlikely of the first child being fast.

We are ready for her to come. We have her going home outfit picked out and in a bag, her car seat base is installed and her room is ready. We are now waiting for her to decide it is time. We have also both realized that as much as we think we know what is in store for us, we don’t. Let’s be honest, no one really knows until they have the baby. We know nothing will be the same, we know our financial situation will change, we know our relationship with each other will change, we know all of this and we still couldn’t be more clueless as to how it will change. That aside, we can’t wait to meet her.

As Shawn was having his “palm massage” last night (feeling the baby move), I asked him if he will miss it when she is out. He told me, “It’s her whether she is in or out.” After that we started talking again about all the possibilities and what we are looking forward to. I told him I can’t wait to feel that overwhelming sense of love that you get for your own kid. I know how I feel about my nieces and nephews, brothers and sisters, Shawn and Meeko, but I know it is going to be something totally different with her. We also can’t wait to see what she looks like or who she looks like. Is she going to be a spitting image of her daddy or her mommy? Or is she going to be a good mixture of both? I also want to know how long she will be (silently laughing to myself). I bet that isn’t something most people think about, but I can’t help it. Her parents are tall, is she going to come out longer than most babies?

My last appointment that I had (five days ago) I was dilated to 1.5cm and 75% effaced. That doesn’t mean much, but my doctor said it was a big jump from the week before when I wasn’t dilated and 50% effaced. I have my next appointment on Wednesday and I am hoping there is more progress. I would hate to not make any after a nice jump like that. The funny thing about that appointment that I want to share is when the doctor was checking me. He said, “And your cervix is open.” I said, “Great, what does that mean?” “You are dilated.” I threw my hands up and let out a WOOHOO. “Now that is the response I was waiting for from you.” Pretty sure I’m his patient who he thinks gets overly excited about things.  

So there you have it, after a couple months, a baby update. All guesses are in from family and friends as to when she will be born and what her measurements are. So far three people have guessed incorrectly (Shawn being one of them) as to her birth date. So who will be correct? We shall see and hopefully the next post I do won’t be a post saying to "take her out now!” but it will be a post introducing our baby girl.

Come soon little one, we would love to meet you.

Until next time...