Patience...

Well, obviously my last post was not the last pre-baby post.

I'm not gonna lie, I'm discouraged. Not in my baby or just because she isn't here yet. My body is totally tricking me and I'm feeling a bit jerked around.

Twice now I've had some episodes of some pretty powerful contractions and was hoping to go into real labor and it didn't happen. The first episode happened all night long with several early labor signs and nothing came of it but a very tired and very large mama the next morning.

We have been on long walks, I have bounced myself silly on an exercise ball, Ryan has tried acupressure massages and we have even prayed that this baby would come soon.

I know it's easy to look at my situation and judge me or say what I've heard from pretty much everybody... "She will come when she's ready"
But my feelings of impatience are not just about wanting to meet my baby. I'm beginning to get concerned....

See; I have a very short torso and I am getting bigger and more sore and tired and uncomfortable every day. Normal tasks are very uncomfortable and by bed time every night my ribs, sternum, pelvis, and back are all very sore and I'm very tired but tend to get very little sleep. This is concerning because I'm very aware of the marathon of birth ahead of me and I want my body to be prepared not already sore and worn out.

Everyday tasks are difficult and uncomfortable but I'm determined that today my house needs to be put back into order. (We tend to REALLY enjoy our weekends around here and don't pick up much, especially when we both think we are having a baby.)
But I want all the laundry done and the house nice and clean and then maybe, just maybe, Hannah Kate will feel ready to come out.

I really didn't want Ryan to go to work this morning. He didn't want to either, but there is still hope that we will have a baby before he has a long day of work and school to separate us.

I know people say this is the easiest way to carry a baby... I tend to disagree. I'd much rather my arms be tired than have so much of my body be so incredibly sore and sensitive.

Here's to hope in a new day, a new week, and hopefully, (Please Jesus!) a new baby!