This is the exact day in gestation that I gave birth to Asher! His dates might have been a few days off, so perhaps I was into the 39th week, but in my records, he was born at 38 weeks, 5 days. In fact, he was born at 12:30 a.m., so I was snuggling him in bed at home by now.
This current little fellow in my belly, however, is rather comfortable. So it seems. The midwife just left, and I measured 36-37 cm (more than last time, but still behind my weeks in gestation, which is odd for me) and the baby is “much, much better” positioned. She was pretty happy when she felt the baby; his head is nice and centered (no longer oblique) and he’s more up and down. (Though she pointed out I’m carrying him wider than taller, so that could be the reason for the measurements.) I had her do a vaginal exam, and I’m 2-3 cm, “but I can stretch you to 4.” Still about 50% effaced, so no progress there, but she could reach the baby’s head and feel it right above the cervix, which she couldn’t do last time. All very encouraging. She left upbeat, glad that I called her to stop by, because we both felt much better about the baby’s progress. (This exam was slightly less uncomfortable than the last one, which was nice, but not perfect.)
I’m more optimistic than before, though I still think I’ve got at least a few days. New Year’s Eve is in two days, and I’m hoping he’ll arrive then, or by New Year’s Day. But you know, babies have their own plans, and he could just as easily arrive this afternoon or next week. You just don’t know. “Especially with you,” as the midwife said. “I just hope I can make it, Serina.” Me, too. I’ve been praying for just such a thing.