If you’d have ever asked me if I would still be pregnant on 8/8 I’d have said no way. Not a chance. I’ve always been sure I’d go early. Then when they told me I was 4 cm dilated 3 weeks ago, they said I could go at anytime. Yet, here I am, doing my nails so that they look cute when I get induced tonight.
It’s been a really rough week…the most emotional due to pregnancy for sure. Last week my dr. told me that they wanted to induce me then, but I stalled for a week, hoping baby would come on her own. No go. Now, I’ve likely passed the window to avoid pitocin so I’ll be getting a chemically altered birth. Not thrilling. Furthermore, I’m getting induced at midnight tonight so I’ll be tired and run down before I even start pushing. Not thrilled about that either. As much as this week has been hot, hormonal and disappointing, I’m just trying to focus on getting my baby. Hopefully, by this time tomorrow, I’ll be holding our daughter.
One highlight in all of this: my yoga. I’ve attended 9 pre-natal yoga classes and at this last one I had a real epiphany about my approach to the labor. Instead of feeling contractions, I want to feel openness. During a breathing exercise I had a braxton-hicks contraction and felt like a lotus flower opening in my belly. It was remarkable. I wept openly when I told the teacher how grateful I’d been for this class. I only hope I can keep that focus and openness tonight/tomorrow as I labor.
It's a little Teenie Weenie 