But is this all just wishful thinking? Maybe just my attempt to find a happy meaning in random events?
I wasn't sure until the prenatal appointment today... After a long talk about waterbirth, our midwife measured the pubic bone to fundus height and found me to be a mere 31 cm at 38 weeks. Have you gotten a repeat ultrasound? She sounded concerned. I was measuring 2 cm smaller than two weeks ago.
But I think the baby dropped. I said, hoping I was right.
She did a pelvic exam and almost immediately said Wow! There's baby! He is low!
Apparently I'm at 0 station, 75% effaced and 1 cm dilated. Then she said she could feel the baby's sutures. But after all of the ooing and ahhing, she said it didn't necessarily mean I'd go into labor sooner. Bummer! But at least I'm part way there. And his head's in the right place.
As we walked out of the appointment, there was a strange mixture of worry and excitement on SR's face. It could be any time now.
In the meantime, I had a glorious run today. It's quite warm here. However, there was a lot of uneven ground, which makes for frequent ligament-type cramping. And, honestly, peeing six times in 4.5 miles is a bit excessive. But, hey, I still felt great afterwards. And, dare I ask how many 38 week pregnant women ever say they feel great? I am fortunate, no doubt, but also have to say that continuing to exercise has made all the difference.
And SR and I haven't forgot to enjoy each other's company while we wait for the little one... (Can't say I ever thought I'd read a book like this. But with SR everything is fun.)
(Yes, it does say Sex and the Perfect Lover)
Running Song of the Day: Clean Up Woman by Betty Wright