After another long night with lots of irregular (by no means mild) contractions, I am still at home, and hoping that today is this little guy's birthday. March 24, doesn't that sound nice? Really, my body is starting to get tired - my legs ache (I'm sure it has a lot to do with the extra fifty pounds or so that I'm hefting around and all of the walking and being upright I've been doing) and it's hard to get comfortable. Trying to get some sleep lying down is tricky; waking up in the throes of a contraction doesn't allow for the freedom of movement to get up, and I find it's much easier to breathe through if I'm standing and holding or pushing against something. I'm also happy to update people in between, but feeling kind of silly that it's the same news since Sunday night.
But. My body is made to do this. This happening on its own is exactly what I want, and is so much better than having the forced contractions I did last time, from being induced. I am certainly not the first one to do this, and I won't be the last. People go through much worse every day, and they don't even get to cuddle a sweet new baby in the end. I really have so, so much to be thankful for.
I just breathed through another contraction, one more step closer!
Have a wonderful Wednesday!