|From here I can easily direct all nesting efforts.|
- Nesting: A burst of energy combined with an irresistible compulsion to clean and ready the house for baby. Does it count if I arrange for other people to do this cleaning and readying? And, you know, kind of direct the nesting from my bed?
- Lower back pain: I've got this one! But not as a sign of labor progress, sadly, just as a sign that I should have been more careful trying out those laboring positions in birthing class. Dr. M says, "Your round ligaments are stretched just as far as they can be. So when you bend, they're going to tell you 'Ow! Stop that!'" I am getting that message, yes.
- Practice contractions, which turn into real, time-able contractions: Nary a Braxton nor a Hicks to be found here. Not even a little one.
- The bag of waters breaks: Heh. Bag of Waters. I think there's a town with that name somewhere near here. Good old Bag of Waters, Wisconsin. Has a great Octoberfest!
- Flu-like symptoms (diarrhea, vomiting): Like the lower back pain, any recent experience I've had with this has been entirely due to poor choices on my part. ("I will have a mushroom and swiss burger and a pumpkin shake, please! Make it a double!")
- Cervical pain and pressure: Yes! For the past few months! Does that count?
- Cervical ripening: What a delightful image for this harvest time of year. My exam today revealed none of it--no effacement, no dilation, nothing. The exam, while painful, was not as bad as last week's. I used breathing techniques from the birthing class, namely the classic technique: "Remember to Breathe!"
- The baby "drops" or The Lightening: Not sure which one of those descriptors is more disturbing. I'm going to go with The Lightening for it's Stephen King-esque qualities. This may actually have happened sometime last night. I didn't have any heartburn during the night and slept well (other than the many trips to the bathroom. "Ow! Stop that!" says my back. "YOU stop that! I have needs!" says my bladder.) I woke up this morning without any heartburn and with more space between belly and bosom than I remembered. Also, I can breathe now without having to raise my arms above my head. These are all good signs ... that the baby is coming sometime in the next two weeks or so.
I'm going to see how tonight goes before I commit to the idea that this baby has dropped ... he may just be messing with me, trying to see how much he can get me to eat before popping his little feet back up again and kicking me right in the stomach. Hmmm, that sounds pretty adversarial and paranoid on my part. I've heard that's a good sign of impending labor!