The Waiting is Nearly Over

It's Tuesday night and Tom and I have just arrived home after stuffing ourselves on delicious Italian food at a local restaurant. Beth's tucked up at Grandma and Grandpa's and will be staying there for a couple of days. We watched the lunar eclipse at various stages - amazing!

And now we know our baby will be born in the next 24 hours. The hospital has booked us in from tomorrow morning in order to break my waters and get the party happening. Everything crossed - this will be enough for me to keep labour going and have a natural delivery. If not - they'll let us try until about 2pm and if I'm not progressing... on to C-section as final plan. Tom's really excited which is great as I need him to help me stay positive and on-track with everything going well the natural way.

We can't wait to find out what sex our baby is - is it a Barnaby Edward or a Molly Grace? And holding a newborn bub again in our arms will be wonderful. It's worth the 9 months of pregnancy and the delivery (whichever way that happens) one hundred times over. We've been so happy as a family with Beth and hope that our new addition will make the future even better.

Waiting

22/8 - a date I quite like since it has my two favourite numbers in it. Pity baby doesn't want to be born today. Tom and I are truly ready to be parents again and experience natural labour for the first time. We've tried all the usual suspects for bringing on labour but the odd contraction just isn't going to cut it. I visited an acupuncturist this morning as recommended by a friend who told me it can help stimulate contractions. Unfortunately, I became faint and nauseous from the needles (or something) and so we had to stop before he could do any proper manipulations. God, I can't even get that right! So needless to say, I am feeling pretty "doom and gloom" right now. I should be working on thesis but motivation on that front is very low and blogging for the first time seems like a good diversion.

What we do know - baby will be born by hook or by crook by the 30th August. If we haven't gone into labour by then, it's likely to be another caesarian. So there's 8 days for my body (and bub) to kick things off themselves. C'mon baby, bring it on! OK. Time to get some chocolate from the shops and think positive labour thoughts.