We have reached the final countdown until Little Baby Rieske's arrival. With four weeks to go she dropped significantly and along with her move toward the exit came my first stretch marks :( They aren't dark and plentiful, but I thought we were in the clear at this point. Sad days for mommy.
We have weekly doctor visits. On Monday our doctor was surprised to find in that one week she had dropped way down, we were halfway thinned, and dialated to 3 cm. If you don't know what this means you may not really care to know. Basically she is getting prepared to make her big exit.
Poor daddy Josh didn't know what any of that meant. He had to work so he couldn't come to the appointment with me. He walked in the door a little before 1 am. My mom, my sister, and I were sitting in the living room and he asked what was going on. I, without thinking, replied, "We're fifty percent effaced and dialated to a three." Josh read some of the baby books to me when I was really sick at the beginning but has left the preparing mentally to me, and hasn't taken the medical classes that I have. He had no idea what that meant and given the hour and my mom's presence assumed something was wrong. His already big grey eyes grew to the size of golf balls and almost popped out of his head. I then realized, I could have told him the same thing in greek and he would have reacted that way. He had no idea what any of that meant but being Daddy Josh jumped into concern mode. I laughed, and told him it just means the baby is moving into position and the lining between her and my cervix is thinning in preparation, we're just getting closer to actually having this baby. I got a scolding from Grandma for laughing about unknowingly scaring Daddy to death. He came back from changing out of his work clothes and asked, "Will she be coming this week?" Again not thinking I asked, "Who?" "Our daughter!" "Maybe but probably not this week." I really thought baby brain was just something pregnant girls made up for sympathy. Josh is certain my IQ has dropped with this pregnancy so I may have been wrong about that one.
That was Monday. He spent the remainder of the week being cautious Daddy Josh. He wanted me to take Wednesday and Thursday off because I'd been having contractions. Nothing close or frequent enough to be concerned but Daddy Josh is always concerned. He brought me to dinner on Wednesday and made dinner with sparkling cider Thursday to celebrate our last little bit of time together before she arrives. Since she dropped everything is more uncomfortable and if I have a contraction I feel like I'm in a sauna. If I moan or sigh or make a noise sitting down or getting up he asks, "What?!" expecting something to be wrong. When I tell him I'm so hot, or uncomfortable he asks me not to make those noises because he thinks something is wrong. He's adorable but something else.
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