... has it really been that long since I posted? I deleted Facebook, started a blog, said I would update it, and then got caught up in Netflix and forgot. Such is life. Hopefully I'll post again before almost 2 months, but maybe not. We will see. I've had a lot to talk about and write about and document, but I guess I've been a lot more busy living and a lot less interested in documenting.
Anyway- I thought it would be humorous to share the Top 10 List of things I've googled over the past 48 hours as we approach 10 days within Baby P #2's due date. This list will not be for the faint of heart (read: men) so skip the list unless you are brave.
1) Will a glass of wine put you into labor
2) How much is a wine is a "glass" of wine considered?
3) If you are pooping more, does that mean you're close to labor?
4) Why did stretch marks JUST show up on the other half of my belly?
5) If your vagina feels like it's broken, are you ready for labor?
6) What are signs of labor?
7) What are the lyrics to the song "Strange Things" from Toy Story (seriously, I googled this because I was genuinely curious)
8) Can taking more baths send you into labor sooner?
9) What does castor oil taste like?
10) Why is my baby still not here?
Because I like to be prepared, the P Pod mini van has been carrying around our hospital bags for 3 weeks now. Also, my dishes are always done and the laundry is always up to date. Never have I had such clean dishes and laundry in my life. My bathrooms are also always wiped down and ready for visitors once we arrive home from the hospital. I live in a constant state of fear that I'll go into labor and leave towels in the washing machine that will mildew, or trash that will sit for days, or gross dishes in the dishwasher, etc. I have never been this much of a neat freak, but pregnancy hormones do weird things to you and make you extremely OCD sometimes. If cleanliness really is next to Godliness, then I'm going to Heaven if I die today. Period. Dot. End of story.
We also had a little more drama with the growing nugget in my belly than we did with his brother. I've always said Little C is Mr. P's clone, and this baby was going to be like me. And by like me, I must have meant dramatic and stubborn and a procrastinator. Why did I wish this on myself? Anyway, at my 37 week appointment, the doctor told me that the baby was breech (as was I, duh), and that I had 2 choices. 1) do an External Cephalic Version or 2) schedule a c-section. Option 2 was not an option for me. I am a control freak and if I have a c-section, I feel like I will have absolutely no control in the situation. I will only be able to wrap my mind around it if it happens in an emergency, so I wasn't willingly picking #2. I signed up to have the version the following Monday, with hopes of turning the baby beforehand.
Step 1 to turn baby: go see the best chiropractor in the world, Dr. Amanda Keates at Quintessential Wellness. She used Webster technique and helped open my body to allow him to turn.
Step 2 to turn baby: let your friend, Amanda, who is a Doula, help. Through ice torture, warm baths, and robocizing (I'm sure I misspelled that but it's a magical little exercise you do with a sheet and belly friction and it felt great as well!) your baby may turn.
Between the two Amandas, they worked their magic. When we went in for the version (which I also wasn't too keen on, but wanted rather than surgery) he had flipped. He lived up to his name: Turner. He is just like me, so he waited until the last minute to do it. Literally the night before he was still transverse, so it happened between 8 p.m. and our appointment at 2 the next day.
So anyway, here we sit, waiting on a baby. In the meantime, I've worked a lot preparing for our big event with my small business this weekend, worked my part time job, done a lot of consignment sale shopping, watched a lot of Dr. Phil and the Price is Right and I'm finishing our Halloween costumes this afternoon, so I'm not totally wasting my life away, I'm just sitting here counting minutes when I have the time :)
Until next time!
Love,
Mrs. P
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