My baby is not 4 days old. He's not even 1 day old. Or one hour. He's still not born.
I have had over 150 contractions over 3 days that have been within 2 to 5 minutes apart, but they have not caused serious labor. (Those are just the number we've kept track of.) The most frustrating part about it is that with Jaxon and Henry as soon as I started having contractions that close, I was in labor. I never had false labor so 3 times now I thought we would be heading to the hospital. Each time, within minutes of giving a few people the heads up (to come to the hospital or to come get the kids), the contractions just stopped out of the blue.
Physically, I am doing good. I've been more tired than usual because we have been walking every day, a few times a day. Oh, and Henry has not been sleeping good, so that doesn't help. Devin and I were sick from both ends on Christmas Eve, which was not fun, but luckily we were feeling better the next morning for the rest of the holiday activities (besides the middle of the day when I had to lie down for a while). I am thankful I didn't have the baby when Devin was sick. I need him to be there for me through labor and of course I always feel bad when he's sick. I am also glad Oliver wasn't born on Christmas Eve or Christmas. I don't think either day would make a fun birthday.
At my appointment today I actually really liked the doctor. She was upbeat and didn't say a single thing about my blood sugar numbers. She didn't even ask for them. I wanted her to check me and strip the membranes. That was more serious than I remember with Jaxon. (It didn't do anything for Jax, so I figured if Oliver still isn't ready, it wouldn't do anything for him either so I don't see any harm in trying. Though any other induction methods (besides the natural ones we can do at home) I avoid.) When she checked me, she seemed surprised when she laughed and said that I was a "3, almost 4." She said she felt like I was almost there and she could just break my water and I'd go right into labor. I was glad to hear that all those contractions were at least doing something. The doc thinks once real labor starts, it won't take long.
Jaxon was a week overdue. Henry came on his due date. Mentally, I was prepared for this baby to come early and I think that has made each passing day harder. I shouldn't have been set on an early delivery. He's only 3 days "late" so I should just relax and let him prepare and enjoy my last hours as a mother of 2. Because, let's be real, sometimes 2 kids seem like 10. And 10 is already a lot. And I'm asking for more:)