I will be 39 weeks tomorrow. I have already thought I was starting labor twice - last week Thursday, I woke up at 5 AM and was sure I was in early labor. I paced about the house, timing contractions and fretting. However, by the time the kids were off for school at 7:30, all was calmed down again. No such luck.
Last Saturday, I again got out the stopwatch. I had odd shooting pains down one side of my abdomen for several hours. If I hadn't been watching for labor, I would have said that I had just pulled a muscle in my stomach (which is certainly not out of the question, given how far it sticks out now). But, the pain got worse with each contraction, and the contractions got painful enough that I couldn't talk through them. So, I was really sure that this was it. Then, after after 3 or 4 hours of painful but irregular contractions, everything settled down again.
After both of those episodes, I have gotten a bit disgusted with myself. After all, I have been through this three times. I ought to know if I am in labor or not. I do recall, and Jeremy agrees with me, that when labor actually started with Maggie and John, I didn't have to wonder if it was labor. I knew. Thus, although both of these recent "labor alerts" felt significant, in the end I didn't call the doctor because I figured if I wasn't sure, then it wasn't so. Which proved to be true.
After Saturday's episode, however, I did have quite a burst of energy. I was quite productive around the house for two days, waking early, staying awake late, and not even napping at all! Jeremy began to fear that this was the true early labor warning sign - my "nesting" burst of energy. I got all the rest of the baby stuff located and put away in the dresser. I caught up all the laundry in the household. I finally packed a bag for the hospital. I survived a 2+hour-trip to Meijer with John.
Then, starting on Tuesday morning, the fatigue set in again. Which is not to say that I could sleep any better at night - I continue to wake at 5 or 6 every morning, against my will. However, I was was now tired (and admittedly a bit crabby) all day becasue of it. Since the big snowstorm was predicted to hit Tuesday night, Jeremy figured this was it. But again, not so. The storm came and went, with no baby. I am still tired, but feel no signs of labor whatsoever.
Just waiting can be a bit frustrating, as I keep feeling like I can't commit to anything since I might be going to the hospital at any time. And I have worn myself out making plans and more plans, all unnecessary, for what to do with the kids if today is the day I am headed to the hospital.
So, I am back to the belief that this baby will never come.And, trying to stay focused on getting as much productive activity in as I can.
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