I went in for my 38 week doctor appointment this afternoon. For some reason I got it into my head that I was going in and she was going to send me over to the hospital to deliver this baby. To my dismay I was only 1/2 a centimeter more dilated then last week. So a whopping 1 1/2. Disappointed to say the least we got back in the car and headed back to Smithfield to wait, and wait and wait. In all reality I only have six days to go since my doctor is going to induce me on the 17 if the baby isn't born yet, but lately that even seems too long.
I don't know if it's pregnancy hormones, the reality of almost having two little kids, or a combination of things...tonight I was up in my parents room with Braiden helping him eat his dinner and play games with him (as much as my swollen belly will allow), I couldn't help looking at Braiden and having tears coming to my eyes. As far as I can tell he has no idea that there is a baby in my tummy ready to come out, and soon his life will be changing. It makes me sad to think of all the changes that are going to happen for him and how he is going to feel. He loves babies, but we'll see how he feels about them when he gets one of his own that doesn't leave like all the rest have. I can't know how things will turn out or how he'll react, I just hope that no matter what he knows we aren't replacing him and he's still our cute little man.
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That's how I felt when I was pregnant with Logan. I felt bad that I hadn't given Ethan enough time to be an only child. Of course, things worked out. It just takes a little time to get adjusted.
I know exactly how you feel about wanting the baby to come and being disappointed when they send you home. It is no fun, but she will be here before you know it.
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