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Week 38
I had my 38 week appointment where the doctor told me everything looked normal and I was 2cm dilated. I was so thankful to hear that because I would have been sad if I was still at zero. All of the doctors at my office have students following them, so I got to get the exam twice because I'm a pushover and don't know how to say no. I could tell that the student had no idea what she was doing. She kept poking at my belly and the doctor asked if she could feel where the baby was, and then the doctor started poking my belly to show her where he was which was reassuring to know that he's still head down and where his butt was. 

My belly changes shape hourly, sometimes by the minute. 
Three minutes apart.
I'm so ready for him to be born. On Saturday I laid on the couch at a weird angle and ended up pulling a muscle or something at the top of my belly and it hurt so bad every time I moved. This is how it felt. 
Thankfully the pain felt better the next day and I was able to get to church for the first time in a few weeks. I was able to hear my dad speak, and then see some friends. When we got home, I asked Sammy to take a picture of my belly and he asked me where we should take it and I said next to my eyeball wreath.
On Monday when I woke up, I felt weird. I felt like the baby had definitely dropped farther down, and just felt off. I couldn't explain what it was. I couldn't be sure if it was impending labor, or just exhaustion, so I decided to head home just in case. All day I was convinced that labor was coming because I started having back pain and pain lower down. I walked all around our apartment complex and felt like I could actually breathe for the first time in forever. 
By the time Sammy came home though, I felt completely normal. I could tell that he'd been panicking all day though and he seemed so out of it and unable to concentrate. We spent that night cleaning out the nursery and putting together the last of the baby gear. The rock and play was by far the hardest. I went to bed that night wondering if I was about to have a baby the next day on my 25th birthday.
I woke up the next morning feeling completely normal, no signs of an incoming baby. I had said that I didn't want the baby to come on my birthday because I didn't want to share it, but at that point I was so uncomfortable I didn't even care. 

Last year, when I thought of my golden birthday, I'd wanted to have a party with golden cupcakes and all of my friends and just go all out. Golden birthdays only happen once, and mine was also when I was a quarter of a century. Now, with this day actually here, I spent it at home on the couch. I did end up going to the bookstore to get a few books and see if walking around would do anything, but it didn't. Thankfully my mom and sister came by with lunch and hung out with me for a few hours so I wasn't too lonely. 

When Sammy came home, he came with flowers, a balloon, and birthday cake remix ice cream, along with a day of the dead puppy. The girl at Coldstone gave Sammy way more ice cream than he ordered, and I'm not sure if its because he's cute, or because he mentioned it was his pregnant wife's birthday. It all depends on when it came up in the conversation. Either way I was happy:)
He also ordered me a necklace with an S and an A for my two boys :)
 

Week 39 
By this point I just didn't care anymore and was an anxious mess. Every day I wondered if that was going to be the day, and if I should go to work or not. I did not want to go into labor there. 
I had a feeling for months that Aaron would be born on September 29th. Also, it'd be such a cool birthday with 9/29/18. That morning I felt completely normal though, so I decided to dress up for fun. Then Sammy and I cleaned out both our cars and filled them both with gas. We ordered take out from Chili's, and walked around our apartment complex many many times. I still held out hope when going to bed that maybe I'd wake up with my water broken, but it didn't happen. 
On Sunday we went and visited our parents. I was super nauseous the whole time and pretty grumpy. We watched Solo that night which Sammy enjoyed, but I was just meh about. I then had another meltdown about not wanting to go to work the next day and all of the uncertainty of waiting and just feeling sorry for myself. 
By the time I went to bed, we'd decided that I would try to do half days with my remaining sick time to try and get through the potential next two weeks until they'd induce me. I took this picture of my belly and went to bed.
And then at 1:30 the next morning, my water broke... :)



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