False Alarm

2am Saturday morning I awaken with contractions, an hour later although things hadn't progressed I was having regular contractions every 10 minutes and unable to fall back to sleep. Considering that both of my other labor and deliveries were about 4 hours from beginning to end I thought I should call my midwife, and make the other calls when I was unable to rest in bed through the contractions. I then lay in bed thinking about this little one I would be holding as the sun came up.

Then the sun came up, no change. My midwife suggested taking a walk so I walked around and around the block making calls and telling others it might be the day. While I definitely had stronger and more frequent contractions on the walk it would slow right back down to every 10 mins once I returned home. Mid-day no change, evening no change. I felt the fool alright every time I had to call someone to say nothings changed.

Finally around 8 two of my sister-in-laws decided to take their children home to bed. We then put our own kids down and watched a movie. I fell asleep around 10:30 and slept right on through (minus bathroom breaks) to the morning. I awoke to cramping gone and regular contractions gone.

FALSE ALARM! I didn't think my body did that.

Pregnancy Dreams

This baby is still holding on, 1 week left till due date, but my guess is I'm going past that. So still being pregnant I am still having pregnancy dreams. Truly I have these kind of dreams even when not pregnant but for some reason while with child they're called "pregnancy dreams."

Last night Providence got attacked by a cycloptic octopus while we were living in a tree in the middle of an ocean. It was really scary. When I woke up with a pounding heart I told Isaiah, no details or anything, me just saying the dream aloud makes it more dreamlike. He assured me Providence was fine.

Marching On

Although everything else is ready, I think I have a 40+ week baby here, which means waiting for March. All supplies for the birth have been sitting out ready to go for a couple weeks now.

And me, this is what I can see, belly and more belly. Legs and feet are a thing of the past, in fact the only reason I know I still have them is because they hurt!

I do have to admit I love watching and feeling baby move, and somehow this little one still finds room to do it, a lot!

Wild Child

This past Sunday I had a baby scare. Jubilee tripped, crashed head first, and began crying- no surprise and not that scary, it happens all the time. The scary part was her coming up with blood and a split cheek that was already bruising. The bloody gash looked so wide on her tiny porcelain white cheek I was sure she needed stitches. Isaiah, unusually calm (he's the one checking temps and monitoring food/fluid intake of sick babies) cleaned it up and said a bandage was enough. As you can see he was right.

The picture does not quite do it justice (it looks like a little scratch and you can't really see any of the bruising) but you can see that it's healing up nicely and that Jubilee was quickly back to her wild ways. I thought I would get out of the crazy stunts till we had a boy.

Perhaps I am not as vigilant with number 2, or I have forgotten how it was but she sure seems to get into more sticky and dangerous situations then her older sister did.

Morning Snow

I love snow, it makes cold so, so, worth it. Of course I grew up in Sunny California without much exposure, and even here while we get some we don't get nearly enough, so it's special. Providence shares my enthusiasm about snow. Well honestly she is much more enthusiastic since she actually goes out to enjoy it, and I tend to enjoy it through a window.

Things Don't Always Go As Planned

I had planned to blog regularly in July when I came back, I really, really did. But I didn't, and each day that passed seemed to make it harder to get back to it. Then my sister inspired me, she hadn't blogged for two years and then just re-entered, if she can do it, I can do it...again. So here I am.

With seemingly constant contractions for weeks now, I was sure I would have had this baby by now. I am about ready to pop, and still have 2 (or more) weeks to go. This cell phone pic was taken last week at 37 weeks, and at my mid-wife appointment this same belly was measuring a solid 39+ weeks. I think my ribs will need to crack and the skin split to make ANY more room. I am amazed each day to wake up to find my body still intact. God sure has made us perfectly though and I can rest in knowing that He knows and plans the perfect timing for this little one to arrive, but I am still praying it's soon!