Okay, so she may not look much different in this picture than the last, but I can definitely tell... she has dropped down quite a bit. My belly isn't significantly bigger, but she is much more uncomfortable for me to carry around. Today, the baby is 37 weeks and 3 days along. I look forward to each passing day because it's getting me closer to her birthday!
We are both ready for Baby Girl Ellis to arrive. The baby room is complete. My bag is packed. Work is pretty much to the point where I am actually prepared to go off on maternity leave, but I have this feeling that she is going to wait until her 40 weeks are up to make an appearance. It's just a feeling. I get that the longer she spends inside, the healthier she will be out here, but she's at least full-term now.
Dreading going to work because of the stress and the crap I have to deal with there when I don't feel up to it isn't much fun. I complain a lot to Garet about not feeling well at work, but I know full well that the longer I stay at work now, the more money we have later. And I realize that I would basically not being doing anything at home anyways... cleaning maybe? That's kind of it though... not a lot to be done so I might as well be at work.
We're starting to do weekly doctor's appointments now. We go in, wait forever uncomfortable in the room, they ask us for questions, which we often only have one of and takes 2 seconds to answer, and she "checks" me for any progress. Of course, the doctor reminds me that even if I have progressed it doesn't mean anything. This is the part Garet and I don't like. They tell us that I could have all the signs of giving birth soon, but that I could go another 3 or 4 weeks. So what's the point of going in to the doctors' every week? I'm not sure yet... maybe the doctor will catch me when something weird is going on. I'm not sure.I'm just going along with it... they've all had babies and gone to school for many years to deliver others' babies so I am putting my trust in them.
I've been told that when I have contractions I know they are real contractions. I've have braxton hicks and lately I've hoped that they turn into something more, but no luck there. While I am not hoping that my water breaks at work... it would at least mean that I am moving towards labor so I'm all for it at this point. It will be interesting if it does happen at work though. Let's just say my clients mostly have mental illnesses that prevent them from appropriately caring for or understanding another being and would expect me to go on with the session or task. When I would refuse to do so this would make keeping a therapeutic rapport difficult as I would tell them I am leaving immediately and another case manager will be contacting them soon. I've thought about it. I don't care if I am in the middle of a store or community agency I am leaving the client there and having another case manager pick them up. My job ends there. Period.
As far as making it back from work to the hospital... my car has two new tires (got a flat the other day) so I can make it back to St Louis in a jiffy. The car seat is installed in the Sonata (the car Garet usually drives) so we don't have the leave the hospital to get it once we are there. Garet and I have talked about various scenarios of how to contact each other and make sure we get to the hospital on time. Ultimately, I just hope it happens when we are home together. Garet is working day shifts now that he is off of school for a few weeks so maybe she'll decide to come in the evening or night. I'll give baby the memo. .
About 2 and half weeks til the due date and 3 and a half until the latest date she will be allowed to arrive (they won't let me go past 41 weeks)! I won't work past my due date as I have 3 personal days I have to use before my anniversary date at work (which is my 41 week mark exactly) so that feels a bit better.
Please pray that all goes well!
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