Monday morning labor blogging.
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rivkaI am now quite sure that I'm in labor.
Contractions continue to come in a regular pattern and are much stronger than they were overnight. I am now comfortable describing them as "painful." I wouldn't really say that they're active labor contractions - I don't need to focus on coping with them, I can just note them and go on - but they are definitely early labor, not false labor/prelabor. And they're progressing.
I've checked in with my midwife (who says come to the hospital whenever I feel like it), and my friend Emily who will be acting as my doula, and Dorian who will be picking up Alex after school if everything isn't all over by then. I've left messages for work. I've finished packing my hospital bag. I am about to wrap the presents that we got for Niblet to give to Alex. Then I need to decide if I have enough time and energy to bake his birthday cake. (We have a zero-shaped candle ready and waiting...)
Michael is at work. I don't yet feel that I need someone to pay attention to me through my contractions, which is my mental dividing line between early and active labor. If necessary, he'll be able to get home pretty quickly.
Can you believe it? It's my due date. Or at least my original, calendar-derived due date - they changed it to the 11th partway through based on ultrasound results. Still, I may wind up being one of the only 5% of women who actually deliver on their due date. Wouldn't that be crazy?
Contractions continue to come in a regular pattern and are much stronger than they were overnight. I am now comfortable describing them as "painful." I wouldn't really say that they're active labor contractions - I don't need to focus on coping with them, I can just note them and go on - but they are definitely early labor, not false labor/prelabor. And they're progressing.
I've checked in with my midwife (who says come to the hospital whenever I feel like it), and my friend Emily who will be acting as my doula, and Dorian who will be picking up Alex after school if everything isn't all over by then. I've left messages for work. I've finished packing my hospital bag. I am about to wrap the presents that we got for Niblet to give to Alex. Then I need to decide if I have enough time and energy to bake his birthday cake. (We have a zero-shaped candle ready and waiting...)
Michael is at work. I don't yet feel that I need someone to pay attention to me through my contractions, which is my mental dividing line between early and active labor. If necessary, he'll be able to get home pretty quickly.
Can you believe it? It's my due date. Or at least my original, calendar-derived due date - they changed it to the 11th partway through based on ultrasound results. Still, I may wind up being one of the only 5% of women who actually deliver on their due date. Wouldn't that be crazy?
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