Me At 40 Weeks

I don't know how the hell this happened but… here I am at 40 weeks. I never made it to 40 weeks last time and didn't think it was going to happen this time around (since every single doctor told me that going to 40 weeks at my age was equal to Stalin, King George, and Trump having a tea party). But, I went in today and did a stress test and no one got too worried about him so… here I am. Still knocked up. I've lost my mucus plug and had about four rounds of false labor (started Phase One contractions and they would stop after several hours) so I'm starting to get impatient and frustrated. Ah well. As I did with my first pregnancy, I've been taking photos and doing a cute week-by-week FYI session (ala Little Baby Garvin).

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I don't know how the hell this happened but… here I am at 40 weeks. I never made it to 40 weeks last time and didn't think it was going to happen this time around (since every single doctor told me that going to 40 weeks at my age was equal to Stalin, King George, and Trump having a tea party). But, I went in today and did a stress test and no one got too worried about him so… here I am. Still knocked up. I've lost my mucus plug and had about four rounds of false labor (started Phase One contractions and they would stop after several hours) so I'm starting to get impatient and frustrated. Ah well. As I did with my first pregnancy, I've been taking photos and doing a cute week-by-week FYI session (ala Little Baby Garvin).

Me At 40 Weeks #expecting #baby #pregnancy #thirdtrimester

How far along? 40 Weeks.
Total weight gain/loss: At the 55 pound mark (170 >>> 225).
Maternity clothes? My uniform is still these leggingsa cami tank, and a T-shirt.
Stretch marks? Still only a few teeny new ones on top of the old.
Sleep: Anxiety induced insomnia. Oh yeah, and yesterday, I woke up every half hour or so with intense nausea and vomiting. #sofun
Best moment this week: Not baby related but watching the Opening Ceremonies of the Rio Olympics with my mom was awesome. We totally melted down with the Refugee Team walked out.
Movement: Moving a lot more than I'd like right now and NOT IN THE OUTWARD DIRECTION.
Food cravings: Watermelon and French fries.
Anything making you queasy or sick: Lots of nausea which, coupled with the heat, is SUPER NOT FUN.
Gender: BOY!
Labor Signs: Yep. Lots of false starts and goo coming out of my body.
Belly Button in or out? 100% flattened out.
Wedding rings on or off? Off.
Happy or Moody most of the time: Lots of anxiety and stress and crying this week. I hate being limbo.
Looking forward to: Meeting my sweet little man… AT SOME POINT.

In other news, I may or may not be frustrated with this whole "you must have the baby on a deadline" thing. I feel so much pressure and really, really do not want to be induced but I'm also struggling with keeping my family and friends in constant limbo. Like, every single day, we're getting phone calls and texts asking if he's here yet and I feel like such a failure that nothing is happening. Every time we go to an appointment or have a stress test, we pack up the whole car and then… nothing. It's beyond stressful. I just want the endless waiting to be done already. It's the waiting that killing my confidence in my ability to do this.

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