Time to think. Time to relax a bit. Time to enjoy the tiny feet of my 4 year old who is about to become a big sister.
I'm trying to keep my worries at bay, but it's amazing how different my thoughts are this time around. I guess I know what labour has in store for me instead of it being a complete mystery. And I'm trying a VBAC, which I must admit, is a little daunting, although I'm confident it is the right choice. I'll explain my last labour quickly: 36 hours of labour and 2 hours of pushing, at which point the hospital intervened, gave me an epidural and a steady dose of oxytocin, but an hour later Sadie still hadn't changed her "stuck" position and her heartbeat was erratic. So a swift emergency C-section got her out, and I was not at all disappointed. Now I'm lucky to have the same midwife, and although I have to go straight to the hospital when labour starts, I'm making the same choices as last time. No interventions until there is a reason for it. But it still scares me a little.
My due date is next Friday. Sadie was born a week early, so I'm not sure what to expect. Definitely I'm getting stronger Braxton Hicks contractions each day, but they are not regular. And I have nausea all day now, which only Coke seems to alleviate (I know, what an awful solution - but hey, it's the final week, and I'm not going to dwell on it). I'm totally uncomfortable and I feel like a whale, but I'm shocked my feet actually look normal in the photo above (thank goodness for small miracles!).
So the countdown is on. And as long as I don't think too much about how drastically life is about to change, I'll stay calm. Sort of. Keeping my feet up is a start.
(And thank you to Mira for sending me to this beautiful post. These are just the "babies are wonderful" words I need to read.)