My birth story: Part 3

This is the third part in a series of 3 posts. To read part 1, go here. To read part 2, go here.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013. I was exactly 37 weeks pregnant. I woke up feeling great. I had just had my baby shower on Saturday and was excited about washing all of the baby's new things and organizing his room. I had my usual testing today at 10:30am that would probably last about an hour and then I would get to work. I lay cozy in bed contemplating my day, not really wanting to get up.

10 am. I finally get out of bed. I don't have enough time for a shower. It's ok. I'll just take one when I get back. I don't even have time to make the bed (which, by the way, was the beginning of the end of that habit...). My dad would be by to take me to my appointment any minute. You see, we only had (and still have) one car that my husband used to drive to work about one hour away, so my dad and aunt would usually take me to my appointments. I hurriedly get ready, grab a piece of toast and oj, and rush out the door.

My birth story: Part 2

This is the second post in a series of 3 posts. To read part 1, go here.

Before I continue with the rest of my story, I want to stop for a moment and talk about my birth plan. Anyone who has been pregnant, or been around a woman nearing the end of her pregnancy, knows that a birth plan can become a really important aspect of the pregnancy. We can really obsess over it and try to think of every scenario that could happen and what we would want in each situation. We become extremely defensive about our birthing plan and very judgmental of others'. I know, because that is exactly how I was.

My birth story: Part 1

The last time I posted on here, I had just entered my 3rd trimester. Well, since a year has passed, it's safe to say I had my baby. There are a lot of things I want to share about my pregnancy and motherhood, and I will. But I want to start it all off by sharing with you my birth story. As it is quite lengthy, it will be divided up into 3 parts.

My birth story actually begins 1 month before I gave birth, when I was 32 weeks along. I went to a routine biweekly doctor's appointment, where my dr. just checked the baby's heartbeat and measured my belly. At this point, I was still pretty small. Until maybe around 28 weeks or so, you wouldn't look at me at say, "She's pregnant." I was stuck at the awkward not-sure-if-pregnant-or-just-has-big-belly stage for a while.