I never dreamed I would go past my due date. The old wives tales always say that you are late with your first babies…Jacob was 11 days early. So I assumed I would be early with my second as well. We had it all planned out, my mom booked her flight to come 2 weeks before my due date to ensure she would be here in time, Justin was telling clients during meetings that he was “on call” and would have to excuse himself if I called, we had the diapers stacked up, hospital bags packed, babysitting arrangements made for Jake and we were ready should he decide to come early. But God and baby had other plans…my due date came and went, and they decided he would stay snuggled in my belly.
Those last few weeks of my pregnancy I had a lot of pain, there was so much pressure and it was really hard for me to wrangle Jake and get him in and out of the car, I couldn’t even pick him up. I ended up getting down to his level when he wanted to be close to me, then I had a hard time getting up off the floor! I was so thankful that my mom was here to help with the heavy lifting (Jake)! I was having lots of Braxton Hicks during my 3rd trimester which turned into contractions during the last few weeks. There were a lot of them, but no consistency to them.
The remodel on our new house was underway (I will do another post about the house). Justin, my dad and crew were breaking down and rebuilding our house. Everyone kept saying to me, I hope you can get some rest before the baby comes. I laugh when I think about that time! Instead of sitting on the couch with my feet up, visiting with my mom, enjoying a cup of coffee in the morning, playing with Jake and “resting”, my mom and I were running around like crazy trying to get as much done as we could before the baby arrived. We picked out flooring, paint, cabinets, took endless trips to Lowes and Home Depot and took meals over to the new house to feed the crew. As well as doctors appointments, dropping off/picking up Jake at preschool, packing up our house and making endless phone calls, emails and lists. The entire time through those weeks I kept thinking it would be any day…any minute…every time I would have a contraction, and I was having them often at this point, while driving, walking down the aisles of Lowe’s, while eating, etc… I would think, okay, is this it? It rained a couple times during those weeks and Jacob was born on a rainy day, so whenever it started raining I would wonder if that would be the day? And he actually was born on a rainy day! This time it was past my due date, not before. Random strangers in public kept asking me when I was due and when I told them I was X number of days past my due date, their eyes got big and it seemed like they got nervous around me like I was going to go into labor that very second. A cashier at Home Depot practically ushered me out the door when she found out I was 3 days past my due date, she was telling me how the employees there are very helpful for lots of things, but delivering babies is not their specialty!
Even though it was really hard and uncomfortable, it was nice having that bit of extra time to get things done for the house before he arrived. As usual, God knew what he was doing. I just never dreamed I would go past my due date…
Here is the last belly shot, at 40 weeks.