I woke up the first time at 0214. Considering that the last time I looked at my phone clock before bed it said 1203… I felt well rested. If you knew my sleep schedule pre-pregnancy you know that I would not be typing let alone functioning if this happened as often then as it does now. But there I was staring at my clock wondering if that was all the rest I was going to get before this busy day was upon us and actually feel okay with that possibility.
I felt some strong kicks/jabs and realized that I may just need a bathroom trip. I crossed my fingers and rolled over to kiss my husband, who was just snoring away like a peaceful swaddled newborn, and pushed myself as gracefully as possible from the bed. I sat at the edge for a moment to let myself adjust. I feel like over the last couple days I have lost some of my balance ability with this belly dropping down and being semi asleep doesn’t help. Wouldn’t that just be the cherry on top of it all if I plopped out of bed on the floor and gave Zack a heart attack?! (Overactive imagination much, Savanah?)
My husband and I switched sides of the bed, possibly for the last time while the baby will be in our room, so that I could get out hassle free and keep from waking him up. He has some important/much needed testing for our family this morning, before my induction at noon, and he needs as much sleep as possible! He too staid up late, but I feel like his consequences may be slightly less exhausting than mine. LOL The jealousy of a sleeping husband is sooooo real people! And man, I forgot how much I have missed my “side” of the bed. One last hoorah, I guess.
Anyway, I shuffle to the bathroom and sleepily plop down on the cold seat. I don’t even open my eyes and am done so fast I decide to sit for a couple more seconds just to be sure. That’s when I start to feel it again; those strong little kicks/jabs. While I know what they are, because they have been happening for quite some time, I welcome them almost every time they come. It helps to remind me that my strong tiny Corbin is in there just aching to come out. I talk to Corby giving him some verbal loving, rub my belly for a bit, get a sip of water, and head back to bed.
I slid in, hit that pillow hard, and was out again pretty quick. This has not been the case for awhile now and I am grateful for the break tonight. Well it lasted about 1.5 more hours and then bam kick to the lung/rib area, where Corbin has liked to reside during his last days in utero, and I almost immediately had to sit up to relieve the pain. It kind of knocked the wind out of me and I was shocked. Talk about a wake up call….. I shook it off and decided that this must just be the start of this busy day for me and I needed to get moving.
As I sit here, alonish (one cat behind my back on the couch and the other sitting at my feet just begging to lay on my lap, while Corbin buzzes around in his snug ol’ temporary home kicking my belly into my laptop as I type.) I am reminded of just how hectic these next couple days are going to be. Don’t get me wrong, I believe that we are as ready as we can be, given the fact that we had an ENTIRE WEEK to pull everything together when we initially thought we still had a MONTH to go. I flip on the news; my husband’s quiet snoring can be heard from our bedroom and the girls are peacefully sleeping while Beatles Lullabies play on their Google Home Mini. I feel pretty content. As short lived as that may seem now, I am so excited to bring this baby into the world and home to join our family.
Honestly, I thought I would be much more nervous and stressed than I currently feel. Should I be worried about my lack of all that? I am, however, so anxious that I feel like I could vomit and pee/poop my pants all at the same time. But how could that not be normal, right? While I know that everything is about to change, forever (say that in your Sandlot voice), I also know that it will all be for good. That our little guy will be strong, healthy, and hopefully cooperative today. Knowing his track record it could go either way, on the cooperation side, but I am confident in my ability to bring him into the world with little to no complications.
All in all, it is out of my hands. I am giving it up to my higher power and I’m going to continue to pray for peace and strength. Not only for myself, but for my medical team, family, and most of all for Corbin. Thankfully, we have a great support system of friends and family that have been here non-stop. Everyone has been so kind and the amount of love that we continue to feel daily is unmeasurable. Though I know not a single one of them expect it, I don’t know how we will ever repay everyone.
My alarm will be going off at 0530 to wake my husband and children. Until then I will lay on this couch, enjoying this final (knock on wood) morning where I have time to reflect on life before baby and give everyone a little update. The girls will be going to their Oma’s around 1030 and I will get my final instructions at 1100. This morning will either drag on or fly by. I’ve decided to accept today as it comes and the next time that I have a free moment to write a new blog post, it will most likely be with a baby strapped to me or asleep somewhere close by like his little cat siblings!
Please have us in your thoughts today as we depart into this new leg of our journey, both with Zack’s IDOC testing and our induction. Zack will be doing most, if not all, of the updating as the day progresses. Please don’t take offense if you don’t get a response right away because I promise Zack/myself will get back to everyone eventually.
We love everyone so much. Have a great Thursday, y’all!