Dilated. Effacement. Contractions. Mucous. Braxton Hicks. Station. Pressure. Dropped.
All these words can be commonly heard around our house these days. We're not ashamed. We talk about childbirth in all it's true messy details.
We put all the numbers together to try to figure out when this baby's a comin'. But it seems no matter how far progressed I am (very progressed, so says midwife), we get nothing.
So we're still waiting. Some more patiently than others.
In the meantime I'll see if a little sunshine can knock this kiddo out. It's a gorgeous upper 60s and lower 70s all week. Such beautiful weather to birth a new baby, don't ya think?
All these words can be commonly heard around our house these days. We're not ashamed. We talk about childbirth in all it's true messy details.
We put all the numbers together to try to figure out when this baby's a comin'. But it seems no matter how far progressed I am (very progressed, so says midwife), we get nothing.
So we're still waiting. Some more patiently than others.
In the meantime I'll see if a little sunshine can knock this kiddo out. It's a gorgeous upper 60s and lower 70s all week. Such beautiful weather to birth a new baby, don't ya think?
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