False Alarm & Eggplant Parmesan

Well…it’s April 1st, meaning we are officially only 5 days away from our due date, which I absolutely cannot believe. David and I both thought for sure we would end up having a March baby. I think because in all of our ultrasounds Noah has measured a week to two weeks ahead, so we kind of had it in our minds he would come early. Well, I’m still pregnant and getting more uncomfortable by the day.  

At 37 weeks we had our first false alarm, which definitely put things in perspective that that is real. Noah is coming, whether we are ready or not. It was a Saturday night, and David and I were spending a relaxing night watching “House of Cards” and the movie “This is 40.” Around 9:30 I started realizing I was having a lot of Braxton Hicks contractions. Now, I have had BH contractions alllll throughout my pregnancy. I know a lot of women don’t ever experience them, but I have had them basically daily throughout the last 9 months. My stomach becomes a rock, but no pain, just awkward and uncomfortable. But, this particular night I was having a lot of them, every 15-20 minutes or so. Well, we got in bed and I realized they were coming more frequently. So from 12:30-1:30am David and I started timing them. And we realized they were coming every 5 minutes exactly, and lasting a minute each. They fit the 5-1-1 rule we learned in our birthing class exactly. But…I wasn’t in pain. Just the usual discomfort, and this was the first time I could predict when they were coming. I could feel them start to radiate up my abdomen, every 5 minutes on the dot. It was bizarre. David and I kept looking at each other and were mildly freaking out, wondering if this was “it”. We fit the 5-1-1 rule, so we should call the doctor, right?! But, our class never mentioned how painful they should be. Maybe my pain tolerance is wayy higher than I thought? Maybe labor wasn’t as bad as everyone made it out to be? But…I instinctively just knew this was not labor. So I made the decision we should just go to bed, which is what we did. We went to sleep, and sure enough the next morning the BH contractions were back to their usual, all over the place self. I was so glad I didn’t call and bother a doctor at 1:30 in the morning for a false alarm. 

But, at the same time, I started second guessing myself on Sunday afternoon. What if I should have called or gone to the hospital?? I got really worried, so David convinced me to call around 2pm, and I was glad I did just for peace of mind. The dr. assured me that I would know when it was the real deal. He told me to call again when I was doubling over in pain and not able to talk through the contractions. So, clearly I was not in labor the night before. But, this also meant that despite my wishful thinking, labor was going to suckk.  The one positive from this false alarm was it kicked our butts into high gear the next day. We immediately packed our hospital bags on Sunday morning, and we finally put the car seat in the car. We completely realized that at 37 weeks, we were full term and Noah truly could come at anyyy time. So, we had to get our last minute items tackled, and we thankfully (finally) did just that. Phew.  

Now, like I said David and I thought Noah was coming early. Clearly he wasn’t coming at 37 weeks though (thankfully). David’s guess from VERY early on was March 28th, closer to 39 weeks, which would have been completely fine by me! So, months ago we set time for March 26th to make the famous labor-inducing eggplant Parmesan. In Atlanta, there is a famous restaurant that guarantees you will go into labor within 48 hours, if you eat their eggplant parm. So, on the 26th we had a date with the Deckards and made the famous dish. Well, here on April 1st, I’m still pregnant. So, clearly the recipe did not work, but we had a fun evening regardless. And it’s funny to say that we tried one of the wacky old-wive’s tales, even if it failed.  Clearly, our boy is already being stubborn and keeping us waiting 🙂

Our previous two dr. appointments I was not dilated at all, but have been 70-80% effaced, and the boy is veryyy low. So, at this point I just keep reminding myself that my body is doing what it’s supposed to, and slowly but surely getting ready to deliver this boy.  The BH contractions are helping prepare my body like they should, and I’m right where I should be. But, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have fears. Fears of being induced, fears of a c-section, and fears of my body of not preparing enough. I just really, really pray that Noah comes naturally and my body knows exactly what it’s doing.  The female body truly is extraordinary, and I am just trusting that my body will know exactly what to do and when to do it. He will come on his own time, not ours! 🙂

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