38 Weeks 1 Day

I woke up Monday morning and went to the bathroom. There was a lot of mucous and bloody discharge. Almost as soon as I got up and moving around I began having contractions. I was also having lower back pain, random episodes of feeling like I was shivering, and just general body discomfort. After chatting with a bunch of my mamma friends I determined that I was in early labor stages. I went about my day normally. I decided to go to the grocery store so that my house was nice and stocked up. I even went to Goodwill and looked through the baby clothes. The first little onesie I saw was a grey onesie with pink edging that said “Little Sister”. I immediately put it into the cart, since I had been thinking baby was a girl since the beginning of my pregnancy. I grabbed a couple other little outfits (three girl ones, one gender neutral, and one boy shirt). I headed back home and the more I did the more I was confident that I was in labor. Later in the evening I did a couple more “last minute” errands and finally decided to set up the last few baby items in our bedroom. We opened a box of newborn disposable diapers to use upstairs during the night. The newborn cloth diapers had been prepped and ready for a few weeks by then. I went through and made sure I had enough little clothes ready so that I didn’t have to dig through the girl/boy box right away when we came home. Finally around 10:00pm I took a shower, and packed up my bathroom stuff into my hospital bag. While I was showering, prepping for bed I began having periods of intense back pain. Quite a number of times I got out of bed, changed positions, walked around my bedroom because of the discomfort. I looked at my phone when I finally got settled and it was about 11:15. I fell asleep, shortly after. I woke up wide awake to a little baby body part pushing out the side of my belly. I gently rubbed the baby to take away some of the discomfort and the baby moved around and I fell back asleep, after checking the time to see it was 12:30. This would end up being the last time I felt our little one move.