Let me begin by saying that I am entirely grateful for reaching the 38 week mark in this pregnancy. I begged and pleaded with God for nearly nine months asking for this very moment to become a reality for me and He was faithful in answering my many, countless prayers. With that said, however, I am so ready for this to be over. During these last several months I have created a mountain of anxiety over worrying about what my life as a mother of three will be like and I'm finally ready to begin this climb. Sink or swim has been my personal motto the past few days and I just want to know which one it's going to be. I hope I have my flippers and life vest with me.
Aside from swollen ankles and a worn path in our carpet leading from the bed to the bathroom, I truly have very little to complain about. I seem to have more energy than usual, which is good considering my kids are on over-drive now that the summer weather finally decided to show up. I have been cleaning like crazy and keeping up with the laundry, all the while making time to either take the kids to a park or a pool to burn off their extra energy. I have been trying to go on long walks or hike the M to get this whole process started but so far the only results I've gotten are a sore butt and puffy feet. As of my check-up with the doctor last week I am a few centimeters dilated and about 80% effaced, however I was that way with Riley for nearly three weeks before he finally decided to induce me. Not favorable news in my eyes. He keeps telling me I won't make it until my due date but I have a feeling God took my prayer of "Please keep me pregnant for 42 weeks and I promise I won't complain" to heart and He's up there looking down on me and saying "be careful what you ask for, Kid.".
I promise not to complain, I promise not to complain, I promise not to complain...
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