This week will forever be remembered in our house as the week the baby didn't come.
During the week the older girls did the barest of basics for school each day: personal scripture study, reading journals, and math. The little guys were free to immerse themselves in creative play . . . and they reveled in it.
Every day (except Monday) we went on some sort of outing to keep me from going crazy--I've never been pregnant so long before!
Over the weekend Dad, S12, and I fell victim to the stomach bug the rest of the family had last week. So on Monday we recuperated. I had irregular contractions all day. The littles were busy, busy, busy playing, but I wasn't really tuned in to what they were doing. At one point as I passed the dining room I noticed a puppet show going on:
I was intrigued, so I stepped into the room to get a better shot, and I discovered that they'd spent the morning creating "Fun Land."
|Animal play area|
|Trains and peg building areas|
|Spirographs and supplies|
|Doll play area|
|Self-serve ticket booth|
Wednesday: Dad and I went to the temple. We set the goal of attending the temple once each month this year, so even though I was having contractions and insane hot flashes, off we went--hoping that I'd be in proper labor by the time the session was over. We attracted much attention from keen-eyed older women who could tell something was up, but we arrived home not any different from when we started.
We also went for my weekly appointment with my midwife who, based on the whopper of a contraction I had while she was measuring me, checked my dilation and discovered that at 39+ weeks I'm sitting at 2 cm and 80% effaced. This is horrifying for me because I've never once before been less than 4 cm by 36 weeks. As it has taken me at least 2 weeks to go from 4 to delivery for all 5 of my previous deliveries, I'm discouraged and terrified that I'm going to be pregnant for another month or more.
This pregnancy and birth is quite different from what I'm used to, and I have no idea what to expect at all in the coming days. It will be an all new learning experience.
And this is officially my longest pregnancy ever. Will it end?
I drowned my fears in helping the little girls sew stuffed dolls with their Christmas sewing kits:
Thursday: We drove to IKEA to walk and walk and walk. It was fun, and the kids found some treasures, and Dad and I found some items to put on our wish list, but all it did was tire me out.
In the afternoon, while the older girls did some school work, I cleaned out the van, rearranged the car seats and booster seats we currently use, and installed the baby's car seat. This is not because baby seems to be coming any time soon, but because I3 needs time to get used to his new place in the van before baby's arrival.
The little guys spent hours and hours enjoying the box the car seat came in:
Friday: We went to the zoo. We walked the whole thing. My belly hurt, but the pain was not caused by proper contractions.
Saturday: During the night A7 woke crying and coughing with terrifying stridor. It took a good half hour to get her breathing comfortably again, during which time I debated and tried to work out the logistics of getting her to the ER. Eventually our efforts at home worked, and she slept with me the rest of the night (Dad was at work) with a humidifier running. This morning I can hear that I3 has a hoarse voice, H5 is coughing intermittently, A7 says her throat hurts, and I'm feeling exceptionally watchful.
I think I'm glad baby isn't here to catch whatever it is the other kids have right now. The only question is, will he try to come when I'm dealing with multiple kids with breathing issues all while Dad is at work?
E14 gets to attend her first Cinderella Ball--a church-sponsored formal dance/seminary devotional. She's got a gorgeous gown to wear, and one of the other teen girls is having a big pre-ball make-up/hair/dressing party at her house this afternoon, then her parents are going to take all of the girls to and from the dance together.
I hope the whole night is magical for her.
It is hard for me to call this week 18 of school, as it doesn't seem much like a school week, but we did a whole lot of life learning, so I will let the title rest.