I saw my midwife today and showed her that her silly prediction of 5 days from last Friday was obviously wrong. While logically I knew that it was a silly prediction, I couldn't help but get my hopes and nerves up. I really wish I hadn't.
So today I had her do an internal and even strip my membranes. Yes, I was feeling that impatient! If you don't know what it is I'm talking about, you might want to keep it that way. I found out that after all these contractions coming 10 minutes apart for days now, I am only 1 cm dilated and 50% effaced with her head at the -3 station. Yep, that's it. Immediately following the appointment I was so disappointed I just wanted to cry...but I didn't.
Then I came home, rested a bit with Joaquin and realized that I wasn't pissy. I wasn't counting contractions and minutes, nope, I was finally relaxed again.
The prediction of 5 days just stressed me out and had me thinking "any moment now" all the freaking time. Now, I'm back to "it'll happen when it happens". Things are ready, I'll try and keep things ready, but I'm not going to let it get to me again.
The due date is August 6th. She may come before, she may come after. Who the heck knows!
Until then, I'm going to keep doing as much as I can with Joaquin and try and enjoy my days again, I feel like so much of this week was wasted to nerves!
So, I guess this internal did do me some good...it brought me back to reality and back to a little bit of sanity. Time to enjoy these final moments.