So… clean install huh? Guess I should give a quick update of what’s been up and then jump into the present.
I moved across the country from San Diego, CA to Jacksonville, FL. We road-tripped it at 30+ weeks pregnant with a 2.5yr old boy. It was… an experience. Lots of ups and some downs. We got to visit family in both Texas and Tennessee, see the Grand Canyon, and didn’t have any car trouble so overall it was a big success (especially since everyone, including the cat, made it through unscathed). We only spent a few days in a hotel before we were able to find a car to purchase and a house to rent – I’m getting pretty good at finding housing quickly. Within a week of being in the new house we had all of our stuff delivered and half put away. We’ve got a couple of random boxes lingering throughout the house but for the last two months it’s been pretty livable and we’re enjoying the property. It was the right price, right square footage, and has a massive backyard that we’re slowly making more and more use of (it’ll be easier when the temperature no long makes me wanna kill myself the moment I step outside). Everyone’s gotten used to our new home pretty easily, which I’m very thankful for.
That pretty much brings us to the last few weeks. We got told to evacuate during Hurricane Irma because I was already past my due date and we didn’t want to risk not being able to get to the hospital I was being seen at. So we trekked up here to Tennessee to stay with family. And here we’ve remained since then! For those out of the loop I’m pregnant with a little girl who seems as determined as her brother to stay in the womb as long as possible. Since before we arrived I’ve been going through prodromal labor – where my contractions are start and stop over weeks but have yet to lead to actual labor. It’s obnoxious. My son didn’t do it to me as long as this girl is however. With him I just seemed to be in labor forever – 43 hours from the first cluster of stronger contractions till he was born. To put that in perspective, I started labor with him on Thursday morning and gave birth in the wee hours of Saturday morning. That’s a long ass time to be in spine ripping pain guys. But this lil brat (yep, I’m calling her a brat already)… she’s been in position to be birthed since week 29… it’s now just days shy of week 42 and she’s very stubbornly not coming out.
Only saving grace about this situation is that I’m making progress. I’m already 5cm along and she’s still healthy and active. Most people would have induced already but it’s not something I believe in doing unless medically necessary (a rant for a different blog post), though I’ll admit at this point it’s tempting just to stop being in constant discomfort. I’m happy we’re able to be with family and that the hospital here that I’m being seen at is really good so I’m actually looking forward to giving birth here in comparison to the one at home which was perfectly fine but nothing to write home about. My son is surely enjoying his time with his grandparents as well, which takes a lil bit of the load off my shoulders prepping to birth baby and after baby comes home.
I’m not looking forward to the drive home with a newborn though… let’s not go there…
For now we continue waiting and doing the baby dance to try and get this darn baby out. Wish me luck eh?