Yesterday was like deja vu. I went grocery shopping with Landon because I hadn’t been in oh, a month, and we had a lot of things to pick up. We were there for an hour and a half. Admittedly, I was bending over, standing on my tippy toes, lifting my annoyed, 25-lb son in and out of the cart . . . doing too much I think.
I had the first contraction in the ice cream aisle. How fitting, right? At first I thought it was just a muscle cramp. But no, I would recognize those suckers from a mile away after having gone through it once already. These were painful and about a minute apart. I was thinking to myself, they’ll stop. You’re only 31 weeks along. And you’ve got to finish your list, Molly. Your super cool list neatly organized on your iphone grocery app. Get the cheese, Molly. Don’t forget the shredded cheese!!!
So I continued through each aisle, stopping along the way. I felt kind of clammy and sick to my stomach. In retrospect, I know I should have left but I didn’t listen to my body (or baby for that matter).
I told myself that when I got home I would quickly put the groceries away, put Landon down for an afternoon nap and then drink a ton of water and try to take a nap myself. Silly me. Do you know how hard it is to put groceries away when you have a toddler pulling everything out of the sacks? It took me 30 minutes and the contractions continued through the entire process.
As I was changing Landon’s diaper there was a knock on the door. It was our real estate agent dropping off more flyers and wanting to discuss our open house strategy. Ugh, that took another 30 minutes. I finally got Landon down for a nap at 4:00 p.m. I sat down on the sofa and chugged two glasses of ice water. I had called Naaman and told him that if the contractions hadn’t gone away that I would be calling the doctor. Luckily they subsided just in time to get Landon up and make dinner.
After the day had calmed down I started thinking about my pregnancy with Landon. I remember that I started progressing very early with him and wondered what week it was that I started dilating. So I hop on my nifty blog and look back. Yep, it was about the same time that I was dilated to 1 cm and 50% effaced. That’s when I realized . . . holy crap! This is really really happening. I know I’m already 31 weeks but it sincerely hit me just last night. I’m going through this again. My body is gearing up for the miracle of birth! The wheels are starting to turn, so to speak.
I’m excited to see how my body reacts this time around. After yesterday’s experience it seems like it might be quite similar to what happened with Landon. The painful contractions started two months ahead of time!
It is my hope to go into labor on my own and let baby B pick his own birthday. Pretty sure Landon was close to picking his own birthday as I was already 4.5 cm dilated and 100% effaced when I got to the hospital for the induction. I’m nervous, excited, thrilled to go through this again. It was the most exhilarating, out-of-this-world experience I’ve ever been through.
There are a few different things that have happened with this pregnancy that have been a shock.
#1. I am able to hold my pee a bit better (didn’t you all want to know that?). I still have to go a lot but I do think B is in a different position than Landon. He still kicks low but at least he is not torturing my bladder!
#2. My breasts started leaking colostrum at 26 weeks. Yeah, um, I don’t know what to think about this. It happens every single night and it’s not a ton of milk but there is definitely boob leakage. I am actually taking this as a good sign! I truly want breastfeeding to work this go round. I recently signed up for a breastfeeding class at our hospital (we skipped it last time). I hope that it helps us prepare for the big job ahead. I know it won’t be easy but I’m hoping that my body cooperates this time and that I can avoid some of the early mistakes I made that interfered with the nursing process.
#3. I am sad to report that I have officially joined the stretch mark club At first I just thought that it was dry skin but no, they are
the nightmare is real. There are small marks on my left side and I’m disappointed. I was somehow lucky enough to avoid them completely last time but no such luck this time. They are barely noticeable and I hope they stay that way. Let’s all chant together . . . no more stretch marks, no more stretch marks!!!