Every mother is different, every baby is different and every labor is different. This time around my pain brought me to the point where I was actually begging for an epidural, something that I didn’t get with either of my other boys. My experience was a little here and there.
As of March 26th we have had a new little man join our family!
I can’t make guarantees for myself, one never knows, but this might be my third labor without excepting an epidural.
There are only twenty three days (approximately) standing between me and this little boy meeting face to face. Just a few more weeks, but I keep getting the feeling that it might be sooner than that.
There are four weeks and two days left until Baby A’s predicted date of arrival which translates to just thirty days. I hadn’t thought about it like that until just now. Here I am feeling all bummed out because it seems like I’ll be pregnant for the rest of my life and there’s so little time left! Well, I have some things to do..
Braxton Hicks contractions they call them. Practice contractions they say. Ugh!