Happy summer solstice! It’s the longest day of the year, which seems only fitting because this pregnancy is winding down to an excruciatingly slow pace. I am two days away from my due date, but I’m beginning to wonder if this babe will ever budge. Logically I know that I can’t be pregnant forever, and before I had experienced the eternity that is the final weeks of gestation, I kind of thought other people were a tad over dramatic about the whole “get this baby out of me now” feeling. But, let me tell you, I get it. And I am right there with you.
There is nothing quite like waiting for labor start. The other night my husband was lying in bed and confessed he couldn’t sleep. (This is rare. He’s usually out as soon as his head hits the pillow.) Why? He was too excited, or as he said, he had this funny feeling in his stomach, like a kid on Christmas Eve. I thought the whole thing was adorable. We made googly eyes at each other and fell asleep so very happy. That was four days ago, but it feels like it’s been a month.
The reason Lee was so exhilarated? I had been having contractions. Real ones. The ones that come regularly and become longer, stronger and closer together. The kind that force you to stop what you’re doing to focus a bit harder and breathe a bit steadier. These definitely weren’t Braxton Hicks. These were legit. And even though they died down after two hours (and after reaching one minute long and three minutes apart—eep!), we were certain they’d return in full force at some point in the night. … They didn’t.
Since then, I’ve had two other similar rounds of contractions that build up to be fairly strong and consistent before petering out around the two-hour mark. Then crickets.
After three disappointing false alarms (no trips to the hospital yet, though), I’m exhausted. I’m trying my best to stay optimistic. It HAS to be soon, right? But, man, does prodromal labor take it out of you. I’ve been joking that this baby is clearly going to be a handful because we’ve got a little prankster on our hands who is in there thinking, Just kidding! Not this time! Got you again! Well, whenever you’re ready, Birdie, your dad and I’ll be here ready and waiting for ya.