Hi Lorelai,
Today is your due date...and you're supposed to be making an appearance, but I think I've made things a little too easy for you lately. You have zero desire to come out right now.
At the end of Week 38 I came down with a terrible cold, but it just kept getting worse throughout Week 39. My voice is lost, I have trouble sleeping (and not because of the baby), the coughing and congestion is just terrible. I will say the one good thing that came out of it, is I was dreading those last couple weeks of pregnancy because everyone says you are miserable...and I've been just praying to be back to "normal 39 weeks pregnant" because the cold is what was making me miserable. I'm still really sick right now, but am on antibiotics finally to help.
At the doctor this week nothing more has happened...you're still just stuck in there. Uneventful doctors visits were fun at the beginning (since you were growing so well) but now I'm ready for some change that says you're ready to be born!
(This is one of the only photos I have from Week 39...can I at least say that my camera is a wide angle on the edges when I take a selfie? Yes....I'm big right now...but that photo is a little misleading)
Your dad has been working on his "man cave" lately, so on Saturday (when I thought "Yeah...I think I can get out and do something") we went to The Mart and looked at furniture for his cave. We found an awesome table for all of his art projects (and probably some of my crafts too) and picked up a few stools. The painter finished the floors/ceiling in the room too so we started moving things in!
I had no idea how hard it was to "pack" a hospital bag when you have no idea when you're going into labor. I have such little motivation right now to do this...that every now and then I'll just throw something random in a corner bag and call it good. I have a feeling I'll show up to the hospital with a million baby blankets, no onesies, and if I'm lucky a shirt for me to go home from the hospital in.
Symptoms: At this point, who even knows what symptoms are from my cold or pregnancy (like inability to sleep at night). I can say there is still no sign of labor right now...no contractions, my nesting bug was apparently all used up prior to Week 37, and I'm pretty sure Lorelai is just stuck in there.
I will say prior to coming down with a cold (because now I want Lorelai to stay in there until I get better) I went through this funny jealous stage where it would drive me absolutely BONKERS to see that so-and-so had their baby and their original due date was after mine. I'll be the first to admit, it was petty and jealous because I so BADLY want to hold my baby and get to the finish line here...but others are beating me to it. I am so happy for all of those people who were having babies, because I know how excited they all must be. But when I was seeing day after day of facebook posts of people not due for weeks (or a month or more) I was pretty jealous. Reminds me of what some of us went through in college when we had other friends getting engaged. Even though I didn't WANT to be engaged at the time (or in this case have my baby weeks early), it was hard to see others get engaged. Do I sound like a terrible jealous person? Well fine, but at least I admit it. I have a feeling there are other preggos who feel the same as me. This is just my way of saying "Hey, don't beat yourself up....I do the same thing. This is a crazy emotional ride."
Promise: I promise to spend a lot of effort and time scaring away monsters for you so you feel safe. I was SUCH a scaredy cat as a kid...my parents tried everything. From nighttime rituals like grabbing the monsters and throwing them out the window, to keeping certain lights on, playing music until I went to bed, laying on the floor of my room with me until I fell asleep...everything. Thinking back, that could not have been easy as I'm sure all my parents wanted was some quiet alone time when I went to bed. They never told me I was stupid for imagining such things (which is what I'd be saying to myself right now at that age) and I promise to keep that in mind when you start getting scared too.
I had no idea how hard it was to "pack" a hospital bag when you have no idea when you're going into labor. I have such little motivation right now to do this...that every now and then I'll just throw something random in a corner bag and call it good. I have a feeling I'll show up to the hospital with a million baby blankets, no onesies, and if I'm lucky a shirt for me to go home from the hospital in.
Symptoms: At this point, who even knows what symptoms are from my cold or pregnancy (like inability to sleep at night). I can say there is still no sign of labor right now...no contractions, my nesting bug was apparently all used up prior to Week 37, and I'm pretty sure Lorelai is just stuck in there.
I will say prior to coming down with a cold (because now I want Lorelai to stay in there until I get better) I went through this funny jealous stage where it would drive me absolutely BONKERS to see that so-and-so had their baby and their original due date was after mine. I'll be the first to admit, it was petty and jealous because I so BADLY want to hold my baby and get to the finish line here...but others are beating me to it. I am so happy for all of those people who were having babies, because I know how excited they all must be. But when I was seeing day after day of facebook posts of people not due for weeks (or a month or more) I was pretty jealous. Reminds me of what some of us went through in college when we had other friends getting engaged. Even though I didn't WANT to be engaged at the time (or in this case have my baby weeks early), it was hard to see others get engaged. Do I sound like a terrible jealous person? Well fine, but at least I admit it. I have a feeling there are other preggos who feel the same as me. This is just my way of saying "Hey, don't beat yourself up....I do the same thing. This is a crazy emotional ride."
Promise: I promise to spend a lot of effort and time scaring away monsters for you so you feel safe. I was SUCH a scaredy cat as a kid...my parents tried everything. From nighttime rituals like grabbing the monsters and throwing them out the window, to keeping certain lights on, playing music until I went to bed, laying on the floor of my room with me until I fell asleep...everything. Thinking back, that could not have been easy as I'm sure all my parents wanted was some quiet alone time when I went to bed. They never told me I was stupid for imagining such things (which is what I'd be saying to myself right now at that age) and I promise to keep that in mind when you start getting scared too.
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