For now, let's turn back the hands of time to the days of yore. The days when sweet baby sister was still in my belly and I was desperate to change that, shall we? It feels like so long ago now... Did you notice that this post wasn't a sequel? That's because I didn't make it to 40 weeks with Miss Emery. I induced with her at 39 weeks and 3 days. Because that wasn't the smoothest ride for me, I was bound and determined not to do that this time around. I succeeded!
So, I hit 40 weeks on November 17th, my due date. I honestly did not expect to hit 40 weeks. Why, you ask? Oh, because on Sunday October 26th (36 weeks & 6 days), Ryan, Baby Sister and I spent the night in the hospital because I was vomiting and having contractions 3 minutes apart. I was pretttty nervous that her highness was about to pull an Amy and make her world debut far ahead of schedule. I didn't even have my bag packed, guys. Luckily we learned that I had an infection and that is what was causing my contractions. I was put on antibiotics and that slowed them down. So on October 27th we were sent on our way expecting that based on the progress the contractions had made that I would be back in a week or so. Little Miss didn't get that memo though, apparently. I guess she just felt pretty strongly that a warning shot needed to be fired to get me to tackle the last few things on my to-do list. She knows me well because the message was received and heeded.
Thanks to the little practice run, the last 3 weeks and change were brutal for me because I expected that at any moment my water could break and it would be go time. Had it not been for the little mishap above, I'd have gone about my business as normal expecting that this baby would come around her due date if not later because if I learned anything from Emery, it's that my tummy makes for a very comfy abode. Not one that's easy to leave. This elevated level of anticipation plus heightening discomfort made me fairly unpleasant to be around.
To save my co-workers from potentially having to rush me to the hospital, and/or dealing with my grouchiness, I worked from home starting on Monday November 9th. If you know me, you know I'm not big on working from home. I'm not that fun to be around and my only colleague (Lola) during that time did a lot of farting. I was so ready guys. So ready.
That's about all I can remember from the last 4 weeks or so. At this point as I sit here watching my precious angel sleep I am too excited to remember all the nuances and/or want to document them. I'm ready to skip ahead to the fun part... when she made her world debut. Hopefully I get to that part soon. In the meantime, enjoy a few pics from the farewell tour of the baby bump.
37 weeks - post evening in the hospital. I really wasn't interested in dressing up for this photo op, clearly.
38 weeks. Baby girl was pretttttty prominent.
39 weeks. I apparently thought a scarf might distract from my large bump. Wishful thinking.
40 Weeks & 1 day. This was my last pregnant belly pic at 5:00 am before we hopped in the car to head to the hospital.
What was I doing during my last week of work from the Katy Office, you ask? Well, working, but also this. I thought maybe if I gave her a place to sit it might inspire her to get her booty out.
Also this. A LOT of walking. This is a true testament to how badly I wanted her here with us. It was very cold the week before baby girl was born and I walked every day at lunch. With earmuffs. And fuzzy socks. My girls will be embarrassed of me one day- why not start now?
Impressive final pose, friend! Congrats again on baby girl!
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