My Body is a PRISON!

I'm beginning to think that my body is a prison for my unborn children. They try to tell it that they are ready to come out, but it just sucks them right back in when they try to escape.

My Dr. promised me she wouldn't let me go through a repeat of my last labor...laboring almost 5 days ONLY to discover that I'd have to do a C-Section anyway (12 minutes later out came Slade!). Though he's measured large my whole pregnancy, suddenly he's measuring normally so VBAC is an option to try since he's only my 2nd. I'd much prefer this over surgery but the laboring part of it is AWFUL! My body likes to 'pretend' it's in labor to put me through as much pain and misery as possible for as long as possible.

I dreamt last night that I was in pain only to wake up, only 2 hours after going to bed, that it really was in pain! My contractions started around 2am, proceeded to occur every 6-12 minutes, lasting 30-40 seconds a time, only to become completely IRREGULAR once Slade woke up and sleep was no longer an option for me. This is what my body did to me last time!!!

I was able, however, to go get my haircut today which it desperately needed, and accomplish a few other things (like napping while Slade did- which was GREAT).

I've got my fingers crossed that we can do Slade's 2nd Birthday party this Saturday and after that the baby can come whenever he likes! Keep me in your prayers that my body can remain a prison until then, and then let the baby out on good behavior.

I was also quite freaked out today when I realized a baby really IS on the way...again! So surreal.