Today marks week 41 of my pregnancy. I’m not going to lie…I’m grumpy, uncomfortable and terrified. I’m scheduled to be induced later this week which is the absolute last thing I want. It’s times like this that I question my body’s ability to perform at its peak. I’ve caught myself asking why I can make babies with relative ease (sorry…that’s probably more TMI than you all needed for a Monday morning) and yet cannot birth them on my own.
I’ve spent the last few days since the induction forms were faxed to the hospital trying to mentally prepare myself for what my labour is looking to become should Fit Baby not make an appearance in time. With Fit Boy, the induction meant I couldn’t walk around, had machines hooked up to me and was mentally drained long before my physical strength gave out. I don’t want that to happen again. I want to be strong for my baby, strong for my husband and strong for myself. Ultimately, a safe and healthy baby is all that matters and I will do whatever it takes to ensure that. I just have to keep reminding myself that I’ve done nothing wrong, and that my activity level, my eating habits and my overall lifestyle have been good for the past 41 weeks that I’ve been growing this little one.
I will focus on what I need to do to be strong.
I will focus on what’s best for my babe.
I will focus on knowing that I will be holding my little one skin to skin before the week is done.
I will focus on the up and not the down.