It's difficult to believe that labour and delivery is just around the corner. We've reached the final hurdle of this part of the journey, and yet, it hasn't hit home. More than anything, I'm apprehensive. Throughout this process, I've learned there are no guarantees - even at 39 weeks gestation - and you can bet I'll be holding my breath until she's safely in my arms.
Last week I had my final counseling appointment before I give birth. Jen and I discussed the importance of letting go of control, staying positive and having a plan should I be hit hard by postpartum depression. Because of my 20 year history with anxiety and depression, and the loss of our twins (which is becoming increasingly more difficult to handle), I'm more likely to be hit hard. When actively depressed, I can barely take care of myself, and my fear is that I won't be able to provide for my daughter should this happen. I've talked with my parents who (of course) are more than willing to help meet her needs if I'm struggling, and as soon as I work up the nerve, I will approach friends and other family members to see if they are willing to support me, Cy and our little love bug.
On another note, Dr. Hunt checked my cervix on the 23rd, and reported it to be approximately 2cm long and still pointed back. He accurately predicted she wouldn't be making her appearance that week, but was hopeful that he'd see a significant change at our Sept. 1 appointment. Dr. H. also predicted I'd put on some more weight near the end which has also happened - approximately 5lbs. Baby's heartbeat was 156bmp and my blood pressure was perfect, but I tested positive for Group B Streptococcus so avoiding an IV during labour is out of the question. All in all, I still feel great!
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