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Disclaimer: This is really long, but I wanted to post in case it might help someone else who may be going a bit crazy and having a hard time now.
So I'm sure my whiny posts (to put it nicely) have been enough for everyone, so I won't rehash my week again, or this morning's wretched appt with the midwife that I already posted about. One other thing did happen today. I was leaving my house to go get a pedicure and as I was backing out of my driveway, watching to my right for a truck that the construction worker had left parked just at the edge of my driveway, when the guy who was driving the forklift in the lot across the street backed into the street very fast and we backed into each other. Long story short, instead of spending the next hour and a half in the pedicure chair, I spent it talking to the police and the insurance company. (Oh, and it was super minor. Some pretty real damage to the back of my car, but I am totally fine.)
After it was all said and done, DH still told me to go get the pedicure, even though we will now have to pay a deductible to have my car fixed. I very gratefully went, but was still lamenting my terrible week. As I sat in the pedicure chair, I laid my head back, closed my eyes and began to pray silently. Funny how sometimes even things that seem awful are God's way of teaching us what we need to learn and making things better. It occurred to me that about 3 weeks ago, I had hit a parked car backing out of my parents' driveway. DH was also super sweet after this. But just a few months ago, he had gotten into 2 stupid accidents that were his fault really close together and I was awful to him about it. Some how, all of this pointed to something big that has caused problems in our relationship: my lack of grace. I instantly felt really awful, texted DH and told him I was going to make him risotto for dinner and I would explain why when I got home. I spent the rest of my absolutely fabulous pedicure praying about this baby situation and everything surrounding it. I lef the chair with beautiful toes, wonderful feeling feet, and an entirely new perspective. I came home, explained my epiphany to DH, and promised to work on it. I made probably my best risotto to date and we had a nice dinner together. I even insisted on cleaning up all of the dishes. And I felt great about it.
Then something amazing happened. I went to the bathroom and had some serious bloody show. Much more than I had the other day. Maybe I did just need to relax, get myself in the right frame of mind, and get myself right with God before things could start to get better. I still wish this baby would hurry up and get here, but I have a totally new peace about it all. Now I feel better equipped to have a good labor and delivery and more prepared to be a calm and sane mommy.
I'm glad you are feeling better I love pedis! I'm hoping to get one next friday
Karen, with Nolan I was contracting so much on Christmas eve. I thought woohoo this was it! Then the next morning, I woke up sick (cold). A dear friend told me to relax, get better and I would go into labor! Bam New Years Eve day, I felt 100% better and Nolan was born New Years Day.
The body is amazing thing, if you are stressed out. It will not send you into labor for fear of hurting you/baby. But if you relax, you get the endorphin's to trigger your body for labor
Sami, married to Joe, mama to Debra (9), Kaydence (7), Nolan (2) and Jarek born 6/26/2013, unassisted at home