It’s officially my longest pregnancy ever. Both Kayla and Frankie had arrived by now and I’m only 38 weeks pregnant. So in ‘Kellie pregnancy terms’ – I’m overdue. She’s an absolute tease.
On Friday evening I wasn’t feeling very well, I lost my appetite, became restless and had the sweats. Eventually after a battle I fell asleep and woke up with crippling cramps at 4am that soon turned into contractions. After an hour we started timing them, they were 5-6 minutes apart. My labours progress pretty fast so we began to get prepared to leave for the hospital. Joe went off for a shower, I took some paracetamol and next thing I knew it was 9.30am. I’d fallen asleep. I woke up and my contractions were GONE. I was actually so devastated, I cried. I had convinced myself I would be holding her by morning.
Apparently contractions in third and fourth pregnancies are notorious for starting and stopping, and clearly I’m no exception. It’s so frustrating. I’ve had some pretty strong cramping since but then it just disappears again.
Joe has his work gear ready for the morning. He’s cursing them since Saturday morning because he was ready and waiting with his little hospital bag all cute and all excited, the poor guy!
My mammy and a few friends had me convinced she was waiting around for Kayla to come home from her holidays today so I had flashing images of my waters breaking at the door as I squeezed her. But no, of course nothing happened.
No amount of squatting, rotating on my birthing ball, pineapple, spicy foods or walking is pushing her along. At this stage I believe my MIL may be right. A few times she has said that she’s not going to arrive until I’m 10 days over and I’ll end up getting induced or something. I hope for my sake she is wrong.