Tuesday, January 22 I went to the doctor to see how everything was going. I was almost at 2 centimeters dilated and about 50% effaced. My doctor said I don't see him coming in the next week but go ahead and get his car seat installed (which I had done the day before), and told me when I should go to the hospital when contractions started, etc. I left thinking Oh.My.Gosh., this baby is coming (as if the growing stomach wasn't a big enough indicator for me).
I physically felt great! Mentally, I was freaking myself out about how labor and delivery was going to go. Every horror story I had ever heard was embedded in my mind and that is how I pictured my experience going. I told John Thomas and a few others that if it was a bad experience, this would be the only child for me!
Skip to the next Tuesday, January 29. There I sat again in the doctor's office patiently waiting to see if I had progressed any. I had already convinced myself because of last visit I wouldn't make it to my due date and I was okay with that and I had probably dilated a little more. Nope. Exact same. They even told me that I could come in the next Tuesday and schedule to be induced since I would be 39 weeks then.
I got in my car, called John Thomas, and told him maybe I was going to go to my due date after all and started weighing my options about being induced and when I wanted to do it, if I even wanted to.
That Thursday I finally finished his nursery completely. I guess it was technically done and ready for him but I had ordered the Anywhere Chair from Pottery Barn in December and of course it was back ordered and wasn't here. When I got home from work Thursday there it sat on my front porch- I was BEYOND excited about it!
I had felt pretty crappy that day. It was raining, I was tired from the work week, and I was 38 weeks pregnant. I had some Braxton Hicks contractions that day and just didn't feel right. I emailed John Thomas around lunch and said, I am determined that this baby is coming this weekend. He was determined that he wasn't coming until February 8.
That night we just took it easy. I felt worse as the night went on and was asleep by 8:30 that night. I texted my mom before heading to bed telling her good night and that I felt like crap, very similar to how I felt when I was so sick at the beginning. I talked to my dad, who travels every week and was getting ready to board his plane to fly home for the weekend, and went to sleep.
This is the picture I posted to IG and Facebook that night of his nursery-
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