Last night was a rough night. Ever desperately wants a prime piece of real estate in there, but Ocean has it. Nice and low and spread out ready to roll. Poor Ever is smooshed up top under my ribcage. For some reason in the night, she tries her best to change positions.
I love her to death, but I need her to stop. Last night at 3:41 a.m. I woke up in intense pain. I was partially happy because I thought maybe it meant birthday time, but then I realized the little monkey was just up to some trouble again. I got up, went to the restroom, and tried to go back to sleep, but it hurt too bad. So I went and rocked in the rocking chair. She continued on her quest for another 30-40 minutes but I think sitting up settled her down.
I let her know how this all works. I told her she just wasn't being efficient. Instead of trying to get next to him, she needs to push him down and if she does this hard enough, his water will break and we can all go to the hospital and then she will have all the space she needs! She tried for awhile longer, but he is one stubborn little guy.
So we're all still here! As much as I want to be done, 37 weeks would really be the best. That would be in one week and three days. I am also refusing to leave the OB office on Wednesday until we have a date and a time so the official countdown can begin!