41 Weeks & Yes… I am”Still” Pregnant



Our baby must have received the memo loud and clear that I really have loved being pregnant…as today I sit at 41 weeks and 2 days and still no sign of baby’s arrival.

Every morning I wake up and feel like I am living a dream of some sort baffled that I am still pregnant! Don’t get me wrong, hubby and I have been taking full advantage of this time together and all feels wonderful- yet it’s like time has stopped waiting for baby’s arrival. We’ve been having coffee talk in the mornings, taking long walks with our two mutts, and going out to eat enjoying just the two of us.

We feel as ready as can be knowing darn well we have no idea what to expect until our baby boy is in our arms… we keep talking about what he will look like, what his cry will sound like – how it will feel being sleep deprived and pacing the halls of our home with a newborn…all this wonder and splendor of a new little being that we are so blessed to be bringing into this world.

For so long I was worried that I would deliver premature and now the jokes on me as have switched gears and now I am worried that I will need to be induced!


Two days ago I went in for my first NST (Non-Stress-Test) and I was hooked up to a machine that allowed us to listen and see baby’s’ heart rate for a full twenty minutes. According to our nurse, little one’s heart rate was measuring “text book perfect” so we passed with flying colors there.


The other area they check is amniotic fluid levels via an ultrasound and my level was more than abundant, so although there aren’t any concerns medically, per hospital protocol -we will be induced this coming Tuesday 8/19.

The doctors have offered to check me for dilation at my last two appointments but I kindly told them “no thank you”. I know most women would want to know if they are dilated especially this late in pregnancy, but I would just rather them stay away for as long as possible, plus I don’t want to find out I am at a zero and feel defeated.

However, as I sip my raspberry leaf tea this evening I may be starting to sing a different tune. As I look at puffy face in the mirror and slather even more lotion and oil over my taught itchy belly I am reconsidering being checked for dilation at tomorrows’ NST #2 appointment and depending on where I am measuring, possibly having my membranes stripped in attempts to get this party started. I am caught in a balancing act of trusting my body and baby and being required to follow hospital protocol.

Induction is looming and will be happening at the 42 week mark (5 more days) whether I like it or not.

Praying with all my might that my baby makes his debut before the big guns come out!

Come on baby boy…we are all waiting for you!


Pregnancy after Infertility and Loss

miracle quote

Tomorrow I go in for my first ultra sound appointment to take measurements, hopefully listen to a heartbeat (S), and lastly to see how many babies I have growing inside me.


I feel like I have one; hubby says two.


The first ultrasound I had with my last pregnancy (three years ago) was when everything turned upside-down. I went in around the same time at 6 weeks; only to be told that I was measuring behind at 4 weeks and 5 days. Plus I was spotting.  I know- I know. Different pregnancy and experience, but I can’t help but think back to that fateful appointment and feel anxious about our appointment tomorrow.


These past two weeks have been amazing… yet my emotions are changing constantly and I go from excited to nervous to anxious to joyful and back around again.


One thing we are doing differently from our last pregnancy is that we are telling our families. I was able to tell my dad this past weekend and we were both choked up with emotion afterwards. He told me that my special news was the best news that he had heard in years. Makes me smile thinking about his words. Our last pregnancy I didn’t tell him until after I miscarried and I regretted not doing so every since. I still need to tell my two brothers, but most everyone else in my family including my in laws know of our pregnancy. It feels so very nice to tell those who care for us the most that we are pregnant..although of course I kept our struggle mostly private; all who know me well knew of our infertility struggles and my very strong desire to be a mother.


Pregnancy after infertility and loss is hard, as I knew it would be. I feel as if I have this underlying cautionary feeling as if this blessing could  get ripped out from under me at any given moment. I awake in the morning and I immediately put my hands on my abdomen and thank the Lord for another day of being pregnant.


This is why I have decided to continue to blog about my experience; not only does writing help me process my emotions, but I want to record my experience of being pregnant after loss and infertility especially since I plan to help others going through similar paths once I graduate and begin my internship as a therapist.


Speaking of school, currently I am wrapping up another term and I have been feverishly writing paper after paper and am so very much looking forward to my two week break over Christmas. Also, in-between paper writing, discussion boards, and presentations, I did find some time to spread Christmas cheer throughout our home and even had the energy to put up not one- but two Christmas trees this year! Oh and J agreed to putting up lights on our house, which I absolutely love.



Looking forward to a new and much better experience with Dr. S tomorrow and will report back to let you all know our update.