I feel sort of badly about the fact that this blog has become a giant pregnancy journal lately. But honestly, it helps me get through the end to document it rather than whine about it. Although sometimes documenting it is whining about it. We'll forget that part.
HUGENESS! Baby dropped over the weekend and I can feel him or her pretty low. This is really nothing new for me so I'm trying to remind myself constantly that it really has little bearing on whether or not I go early. I also know I'm starting to really dilate, but again, trying to remind myself that for me, that also means nothing.
My friend Beth gave me the best little piece of insight today that I'm going to use to shift my mindset. If you don't already know, I had Ben in the 38th week and it was a four or five hour labor from start to finish. That's short for a first baby. Adalyn wasn't born until a few days before her due date, but her labor was an hour from start to finish. A crazy painful hour, but an hour nonetheless. And at 36 weeks pregnant I was 3 cm dilated and almost fully effaced. I thought for sure I'd be early...and I wasn't.
I've complained about all my early contractions and the early dilation that sets me up for disappointment a lot, but in the end, I should be thankful. I should be grateful that I dilate early because it means I have less dilating to do once real labor begins. I should be thankful that I dilate early because it means my labors are short. And since I'm wanting to go natural, a short labor sounds so, so much more pleasant than a long, drawn-out one, right? So I think the disappointment of sitting around fairly dilated for weeks on end is a small price to pay for quick, easy labors. Yes?
So I've vowed, from this day forward, not to expect baby to come early or whine that it's so unfair that I'm dilated and having lots of prodromal labor but no baby. I've vowed to thank God every day that He allows me to get a lot of the hard work out of the way before real, active (otherwise known as painful) labor begins.


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