I could tell something felt different and weird yesterday. I felt like someone had strapped a 5 lb. dumbell on top of my bladder, and I was up every hour the entire night needing to pee (yes, no exaggeration, EVERY HOUR). On top of it, I had major cramping/stretching/pain/whatever-you-want-to-call-it right underneath my baby bump.
I woke up and said I could’ve sworn Gregory had just spent the whole night “dropping”, a term used when the baby drops down a station or two into the pelvis, getting ready for birth.
Turns out, I was right! After feeling around on the outside for where he was positioned, the midwife got really excited. “His head is very low and positioned RIGHT on top of your bladder! He might come early! Let’s check and see if you’re dilated at all!”
And…nope. Sure, he’s dropped, turned sideways, head down, perfect birth position, but nothing.
She looked at me apologetically and said, “I was hoping I could give you some good news after all that hard work you did last night. Looks like you’ll probably be a bit early, but not by much.”
I like that though. She didn’t describe last night’s sleepless and uncomfortable activities as pain, but as hard work. My body was stretching, working with Gregory to get him in the right position. It made me feel empowered, instead of sleepless.
Just a few more weeks!