At my 36 weeks appointment, the doctor did a strep B test (which I tested negative for) and did a pelvic exam to see how things were progressing . . . it was not promising. Ollie was not head down like he should, and we both couldn't tell what position he was in, actually. The doctor mentioned that he still had time, but at the next appointment we would start talking about options. He could see the worry on my face, and told me that just a week before, a woman was scheduled to have a c-section because her baby was breech. He checked right before going into to surgery, and baby had turned, so they didn't have to do the surgery. That was comforting, but I still couldn't help but think about it for the full week before my next appointment. Doug and I did a lot of praying, and my hubby even talked to Ollie every night asking him to turn for us.
Our prayers and speaking sweetly to our boy worked! At my appointment yesterday, Ollie had flipped to the right position- HEAD DOWN!! I'm still not dilated or effaced- which was kinda shocking, because I thought I had a few contractions early Saturday morning, but apparently they were just stomach cramps. I am having a few Braxton Hicks here and there, which are good because that means my body is practicing for the real deal. At this point though, I am just ready to go into full blown labor. I understand now why so many women complain towards the end and even schedule inductions before their due date. I'm going to be patient and wait though . . . even knowing that I could still go another 3 weeks before meeting my son.
Some fun symptoms lately . . . . insomnia at night- it's awful!!, having to eat smaller portions because my stomach is so squished, lots of pelvic pressure which causes me to walk like an 80 year old for the first several steps after getting up, lots and lots of hip pain at night, which means lots of tossing and turning, and last but not least, peeing a whole lot. Toilet paper goes like water at our house.
Doug and I have started taking child birthing classes at the hospital; we go to our second class tonight, which I'm excited about. The first one was more of an overview of what goes on in a pregnant woman's body, how to eat well, the basic of labor, and some really neat simulations to help us understand contractions. Everyone in there is having their first kid, so we are all wide-eyed and full of questions, and all of our husbands are squeamish, but just as curious. The best thing EVER happened at the last class, though. Doug, who was being a bit smart-mouthed, got himself volunteered to wear the "Empathy Belly." I about fell out of my chair with joy. He laughed, and was a good sport, but complained the whole time having to wear it, saying how uncomfortable it was and awkward it felt. I think he's starting to be a little more sympathetic now :)
In the past few weeks, I had two baby showers- one hosted by my aunt and cousins and the other hosted by our church. I LOVED them both. It was nice to see so many friends and family come to show us love and support, and Ollie got so many adorable clothes. Plus the showers were beautiful! IN the pictures from "Ollie's Nursery," you saw several decorations from the first shower thrown by my family (owl banner, diaper cake, ceramic owls) that became decor in our baby's room. Our registry was nearly completed, with just a few more things to purchase, and my nesting was kicked into FULL gear to try and get it done. Within the past week, we got a swing, a crib, a mattress, a monitor, several cute onesies from Etsy, and some more gift cards coming our way. As each thing comes into our house, I feel myself breathe easier and relax more. I love going into Ollie's room a few times a day to sit in my glider and imagine holding him in my arms.
Now, it's just the waiting game . . .
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