She’s home and named and the most perfect thing in this world. She is also a total milk monster! Last night she fed nonstop until around 6 am when my hubs finally just took her to another room and bounced her and shushed her so I could get a little sleep. And actually, she let us sleep quite a bit into the morning (more like 1.5-2 hours between feedings instead of 30-45 minutes).

Regardless, she’s perfect and I’m obsessed. And, my milk came in, which is great! Although my boobs are like 2.5 times bigger than her head and hard as rocks.

Other than that, family and friends have been so supportive and life is grand.

Check out her cuteness, Miss Charlotte Gitel, the love of my life.

Birth story to come at a later date, but until then, here’s a pic of our sweet girl who arrived this morning at 5:10 am.

8lbs, 9oz and 21″… Not to mention, 19 days overdue!

Trying to catch some vibes from last night’s pre super moon. Hoping tonight’s real deal will do the trick!

While this photo was taken yesterday, today officially marks 42 weeks! Pretty damn crazy. Hopefully soon we’ll be counting the age of our sweet girl instead of her gestational period, but until then, I’m feeling good! Excited to have the weekend with my sweet, sweet husband to relax, walk and be in love.

So, this baby still refuses to show her cute little face, but I’m feeling confident (ish) that given a little more time, she will. Soooo… This morning I called our doc to ask (with a hint of beg) if we could postpone our induction, which was scheduled for tomorrow, until Sunday or Monday. She has hesitantly agreed.

That means that we still have loads of time to relax/walk/acupuncture/breast pump/sex/evening primrose oil/clary sage oil this baby out of me.

And in the meantime, I have to apologize to my family and friends, as I will likely be remaining off the grid. For some reason, it seems to be helping me stay relaxed and positive to stay relatively close to home and with little-to-no contact with the outside world. I’ll resurface soon with an amazing little baby in tow. Thanks for being patient with me.

Xo

Symptoms
Yesterday felt like a really productive day. Baby seems like she could be a smidge lower and I was having contractions all day (starting the night before and lasting through bedtime). Even more exciting was that I officially lost my mucus plug. I had thought I saw a piece of it in the toilet in the afternoon, but wasn’t totally sure. Then, around 8 or so, a big, pinkish-tinged chunk came out. I called Mark into the bathroom to check it out. We high fived 🙂 The rest of it came out around 9.

I went to bed super excited thinking, “this is it!!” And was even more disappointed when I woke up to pee a few hours later and had not a single sign of labor. Today was pretty much the same… Pee induced contractions, but nothing like the day before. Needless to say, I was a little sad and discouraged today.

But, the hubs and I took a 3.3 mile walk (we downloaded an app that tracks your distance) and by the end, I was finally feeling better. It took probably 2 miles until I started really talking and once I did, I felt way better. I explained my frustrations and disappointments of the day and felt like a little weight was lifted. Like I could get over it at that point. And now, I feel ready to get some rest and start fresh tomorrow with my third acupuncture session.

Also, as a side-note, I love acupuncture. Both days I’ve left feeling really good. High energy, positive, and progressed. So hopefully tomorrow will be another good one!

At 11 days late, I’ve been trying everything. Today’s adventure, acupuncture from a doula and trained labor/prenatal specialist.

Wish me luck!

Just so you don’t think I’m on the ledge, I will say that I was reading our baby’s zodiac sign “stuff”… She’s a cancer. They say that cancers sometimes linger to make a decision, but once they do, they’re ready to go.

Maybe that’s what is going on here.

So, take a few more days, baby. Decide you want to meet is and then come quickly.

My tears have stopped for now, but I can’t help but lay here feeling totally defeated. Come Monday, we will have to schedule an induction for next Friday. I know a lot can happen in a week, but somehow it doesn’t change how I feel right now. I decided to take the afternoon to just wallow a little.

While the news does mean the chances of me Going to my friend’s wedding this weekend are high, which I’m very relieved to hear, it also means I’m going to be surrounded by people speculating on how late I am, what I should be doing, telling me to relax, etc. Hopefully the focus can stay where it’s deserved… On the beautiful bride and her groom.

I just really hope this baby finally decides she’s ready to come out and does it on her own. I really do not want to be induced. The doc attempted to strip my membranes today, so we’ll see if that does anything… Besides hurt of course.

I’m literally afraid of my ankles. Holy shit. Maybe working out and a long walk was too much? Yikes.