Well it was quite a weekend to say the least.
Last week at my 38 week appointment my doctor and I decided to go for an elective induction that coming Friday when I would be 39 weeks. So I spent all of last week doing final preparations. We were so excited to meet out little girl. The plan was set and we were ready!
I was scheduled to be at the hospital at 7:30 a.m. Then at 5:20 a.m. (10 minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off) I got a call from the charge nurse at L&D telling me that my induction was getting pushed back due to how busy they were. I was told to stay ready and that they would call me when there was an opening. So we waited and waited and walked and walked.
To make a long and very repetitive story short, the induction ended up getting canceled. We were so disappointed! All week we were expecting to meet her and then...God had other plans. I've been rescheduled for this coming Friday but we'll see if she waits that long.
Most of Friday I was a useless blob of hormones. Delivering a baby is hard and having a good mental game is HUGE. After the induction was canceled, my mental game was shattered. So I spent friday evening doing a lot of recovering, praying, thinking and trying to put my mental game back together. I went for a little drive and then stopped at the mall to do some more walking and added a few (probably unnecessary items) to my hospital bag.
I made a conscious effort to do more snuggling, reading, and playing with Peter and James that night. And I tried to focus on living in the moment and enjoying the little things like the glow of our tree.
But Saturday I woke up cranky and impatient. I found myself thinking about how I was supposed to be at the hospital with my baby girl in my arms. Thankfully I have a wonderful husband who knew I needed some distraction. So we loaded the boys into the car and went to the mall to get some more walking in. It was a PERFECT rainy day and it fit my little emo self-pity party pretty well.
I have the selfie to prove it too ^^^. The walking was good and I could slowly feel myself coming out of the fog. Sunday I woke up feeling better. I was still disappointed in Friday's events but it was quickly being pushed out of my thoughts. We went to church, had lunch with my grandparents and then came home and simply relaxed.
Now we return to waiting. Which, when all is said and done is really fine by me. It is advent after all! We await the birth of our Lord and Savior and we wait for a little Starbuck baby too. I felt very close to Mary and Joseph last Friday... We kind of had our own little "no room at the inn" experience and it certainly made us stop and reflect on the many gifts and blessings we have in our lives.
So today I went in for my 39 week appointment and everything looked great. Now we just wait for God to call her out!I've updated my labor pump-up mix, started a fresh to-do list, and I'm ready to go.
Can't wait to meet you Baby Aria! You are already SO LOVED!