Ugh… 39 weeks and 4 days pregnant today. The boys only ever made it to 38 weeks, so as you can guess, I’m feeling uncomfortable, and a little hopeless that Baby Babb will ever get out.

The TMI starts here… 10 days ago, right after I got my hair done, I lost my mucus plug. I thought that this was surely a sign that he would be here in a matter of days. Last weekend, after we still had no baby in sight (and very few contractions) we started trying “natural” ways to induce. This mostly included eating pineapple, walking, lots of squats, and sex. When I went to the doctor on Tuesday, I was told that I was 70% effaced and 2 cm dilated. While that wasn’t the wonderful news that I was hoping for, I was still pretty excited.
I’ve spent the week walking  (waddling) my tail off, and doing everything I can to convince this kid that it’s time to come. I have contractions, and they even get regular and as close as 5-6 minutes apart. But as soon as I sit down or get into the car, they either completely go away or start getting further apart…

I’ve given up. I’ve decided that this baby is going to be like his daddy and either on time or late for everything. As far as I’m concerned, I may have wasted money buying his cute little Christmas outfits, because at this point, I wonder if he’ll even be here. I’ve cried at least a dozen times in the last 24 hours. I’m tired of being pregnant, I’m tired of hurting, and I’m tired of not holding a baby in my arms. I know I should be patient, but it’s hard… really hard.

So, those are my thoughts this morning…