My dear friend S. is in her 39th week of her first pregnancy at age 40. Yesterday she told me that she’s been having contractions on and off for 2 days. She asked me for advice about when to know when she’s really in labor, and I couldn’t give her any, since with Kyle my water broke and thus began the festivities. I highly recommend this sequence of events, because there was no doubt that it was time to go to the hospital, and also no rush. I got to take a shower, have a little snack, and get everything together (albeit while acting like a crazy madwoman because I was so nervous). By the time the pain was really kicking in, I had my epidural up and running and I was telling all the staff how much I loved their hospital.
Last night I had a good talk with the Peanut. I told him that I would like him to come several days early – both to end my discomfort sooner and to give my dad more time with him on the outside (Dad is coming here on April 15, a week before my due date). I also told him that I would like him to take it easy on me, and could he please just make my water break before I actually have any contractions, like his brother did? I’m sure this will not be the only time I compare him to his brother, which I will try to avoid so I don’t give him a complex, but this is really really important. This involves pain and suffering, and he won’t really remember, so I thought it would be okay to ask.
He responded by rolling and poking and squirming around inside me while Stew and I watched American Idol. Next time he does that I want to try and video tape it because I am curious to see what it looks like from Stewart’s viewpoint. From my perspective it does look pretty weird, but I’m used to it by now. Although last night I clearly saw what looked like a foot shape sliding across my belly before it subsided. That was cool.
Well I hope the peanut does what you ask of him from the beginning! Good luck on that!
WOW on the foot. How soon you forget!
Hang in there, Kimmy. These are the worse weeks.
It is so cool to see little feet trying to poke through your tummy! My girl was also considerate enough to break my water first. I had contractions for weeks prior to this. I don’t know how I’d have known the “real thing” otherwise.
Yeah, the foot thing kind of freaked me out.
We had the same water-breaking thing happen. The doctor told her to go home and eat something to build up her strength. I cooked her a big Italian meal and it took us two hours to get to the hospital — which freaked out her OB who actually thought she was just going to go grab a snack…
And, now, we get to go thru it all again. Yea!