The last pregnancy diary post I published was at 36 weeks and 2 days. Just over a week later I went into labour, and baby boy was born at 37 weeks and 4 days. In the last post I wrote that I was “hoping that the increase in intensity and frequency of the Braxton Hicks contractions doesn’t mean baby is going to come too soon. A bit early would be okay, but not this early please baby, I am so not organised.” I never really did get organised, but I think what was most worrying me was the idea of giving birth before 37 weeks.
The first couple of days of the last week of the pregnancy were quite difficult, because the Braxton Hicks were really painful and frequent, and I was just exhausted. I felt a bit better on the Wednesday as we had the final growth scan which was lovely. It was very reassuring to see baby boy, and know he was okay, and a very normal weight of approximately 6lbs at that point.
I remember saying to a few people the weekend before that I wouldn’t mind giving birth early, but not before I’d had my pre-baby hair appointment! That was on the Thursday, and was very relaxing. It also marked the end of week 36, as I was exactly 37 weeks on the Friday.
Hair Done – baby can come now!
I would have been very glad to know, when I took those photos, that I only had to wait four more days before meeting baby boy. There was just one more obligation that had to be fulfilled first and that was Messy Church, which Paul and I were running on the Saturday. The theme was the Nativity, and the children were hoping that the baby would be born in time to be Jesus, but I wasn’t quite so keen on that idea!
After Messy Church was over, I went home thoroughly exhausted but feeling that now baby could come when he was ready, and even though we weren’t organised it wouldn’t really matter that much. So when I had a show that evening, and realised that my instinct was right that he really was coming soon, I felt reasonably calm about it. I went to church on Sunday in a positive mood, wearing my favourite maternity dress and feeling rather fabulous. I was also pretty sure I was showing off the bump for the last time, and it turns out I was right. (I’m not counting the following two days spent in scruffy but comfortable clothes while I was in labour!) After the service I mentioned to a couple of people that I thought baby was imminent, and later that day I finally got round to packing my hospital bag. Once that was done I tried to go to bed early, but unfortunately couldn’t sleep at all. I had contractions on and off throughout the night, and though they weren’t distinctly different from the Braxton Hicks, I had the feeling that they were gradually changing. At five to six in the morning I had a contraction that was much more intense, and I knew from that point that I was definitely in labour, though still in the early stages.
And now, baby boy is demanding my attention so I will have to save his birth story for another day.