I’m officially the most pregnant I have ever been.
Oddly enough, I don’t feel more stressed or anxious, I’m actually feeling very impatient. I don’t think anyone thought I’d get to 33 weeks. We all thought I’d have the same complications and I’d deliver her at the same time as I did Jack, or even earlier.
So while I knew that my due date was in October, I didn’t think for a moment that could be her birth month. I find myself looking for any hint that I’m going into labor early, and I’ve probably looked up signs of premature labor more than I care to admit. But it’s also just a happy, anxious feeling to finally have her here.
I’m also very confused by everything happening right now with my body. I didn’t experience normal labor or the natural breaking of my water with Jack. I was induced after we learned he had passed, and the nurse accidentally broke my water when I was having my cervix checked in the hospital. It’s a little exciting to finally have some new pregnancy experiences, but I wish I knew a little more about what to expect. For now, I’m trying to be patient and just enjoy these last few weeks of pregnancy.