In honor of Jude’s birth week, I did my best to recall our pregnancy and his entrance into this world.
I like a good prank. I actually REALLY LOVE a good prank. When I realized that I would be around 13 weeks around April Fool’s Day, I thought this was a great time to share our pregnancy. Is she immature enough to joke about a pregnancy? Did she not know it was April Fool’s Day? Only time would tell.
At 20 weeks I was able to start working out again. Instead of running miles and miles, I began doing more weight lifting and cardio machines. I tried a few different belly support bands but I didn’t think any of them were worth the money I spent. At 27 weeks, I had to stop running completely because I was uncomfortable with the pulling I could feel. I missed the running but enjoyed walking multiple miles a night. As I got closer to my due date, Jared would be forced to walk with me in case I went into labor on the gravel road. The poor guy would work a full 14+hour day doing construction and then would have to walk with me for over an hour after work.
Sometime between getting pregnant and having Jude, we did a hospital tour. We were shown the nursery, where to check in after-hours, and the birthing rooms. The nurse giving the tour brought up a few things that I knew I wanted to do immediately after Jude was born. These included skin-to-skin contact and breastfeeding. I always saw birth plan templates on Pinterest, but after the tour, I felt as though my wishes would be respected, so I never made one. Thankfully, I also ended up not needing one.
My due date was October 10th and at my doctor’s appointment on the 9th, the doctor told me there was a little progress. For the record, I doubt there was ANY progress but he just wanted to boost my morale. In hindsight, I am surprised I took the lack of progress so well. At that point, I was so sore from getting kicked in the ribs all day and my acid reflux was out of control. I left that appointment still pregnant with my (lack of) progress report.
On October 12th, I woke up at 11:00pm to go to the bathroom. It took about an hour to realize that I wasn’t peeing my pants and it was actually time to have a baby!