Week 40: Full Term (D+1)

So here I am, made it through the delicious New Year's Eve dinner hosted by my NY friend visiting HK, and reached full term yesterday, on January 2 -- A full 40 weeks.  Doctor said the baby is around 3.3-3.5 kg now, so a bit heavier than Jack-Jack when he was born at 2.79kg.  He checked the pelvis size and confirmed that everything is okay for me to attempt a VBAC.

Still no sign of labour yet.  The contractions have become a bit more frequent but no consistent enough.  I wonder if the little lady is really waiting to share my birthday with me.  Last night I thought things were getting started, I had a bit more intense contractions every 15-20 mins for about three hours, but then it died down again after I went to bed.  In a way that was good, I didn't really want to deal with the drama of getting to the hospital in the middle of the night, having to wake everyone up and be a in foul mood.  Now I had a pretty decent night's sleep and ready to go again.  We scheduled in a C-section on January 7 just in case, as doctor doesn't want me to go beyond one week post term since there's a risk of the placenta function deteriorating.  And I know I am not trying to do a natural delivery at all cost, so I am fine with that decision.  If she doesn't come out by then on her own, we will just have to make her.  

I went for my last Osteopathic appointment yesterday, the doctor did some pressure point stimulation to get the labour process going, and of course helped to release yet again those aching muscles that just seem to be with me 24/7 now.   I feel that I am as ready as could be, just waiting for the final moment to meet her.

Now the most annoying thing is the ugly red worm like stretch marks decided to make an appearance on my belly the last 2 days.   At first I was wondering if was just the marks of the elastics on my pants, but as they clearly were not going away hours after the pants were off, so they are confirmed to be stretch marks.  The images that I googled with my first pregnancy and prayed that I will never get is now a permanent mark of my body.  I guess I just have to wear them forever as a proud mark of me carrying my baby to full term and my tummy size is at the astronomical largest it can ever be.   It's really time to come out, my little lady, before the paintbrush of your evidence inside me gets out of control.