Let me start this with how much I have loved being pregnant. I love having someone with me 24/7. There has never been the fear of being alone. I talk to her as if she can comprehend. I’ve learned her patterns and how she responds to some things that I do. The love I feel for this baby is almost over whelming at times. Everytime I hear her little heartbeat I cry.
All that being said, I had no idea how hard it was going to be at the end. I remember being that lady that said she would do anything to feel miserable, just to be pregnant. Up until the past few weeks, I’ve welcomed all the sleepless nights, heartburn, backaches, constant trips to the bathroom, etc… But now, I’m not good at being miserable. The constant pain is just too much. It’s only getting worse.
A few weeks ago I was taken off of work due to pain and pressure in my pelvis and swelling. The swelling has mostly subsided since I’m able to put my feet up during the day. But the pelvic pain is bad, very bad. As of today it’s extremely painful to walk. We went to BRU tonight and I almost ended up in tears. Walking was my only saving grace. It’s was the one thing I could do that didn’t hurt.
It’s even too painful to go to bed. If getting in and out of bed isn’t painful and hard enough, just laying on my side is torture. Tonight, I went to bed and immediately started crying it hurt so bad. My husband is frustrated because there isn’t really anything he can do. He’s been great throughout this whole pregnancy.
I have another appointment tomorrow. I need to know what my options are. If there hasn’t been any progress, I may just break down. For the last two weeks, I’ve done all the old wives tales to get this labor started except the castor oil. That scares me. Spicy foods, squats, sex, long walks, etc… You name it, it’s been done. I’m done.



35w5d

























