38 Weeks

Apparently, the 38 week mark is the time when I begin to make really corny jokes and when everyone else likes to ask me if it's time for the hospital ALL. THE. TIME.

Seriously.

First, the corny joke thing is out of control. Luckily, my husband is gracious enough to smile, give a half laugh, and shake his head.

Secondly, What is UP?! Twice now I've had to slip out of the classroom to use the bathroom and had people stop me in the lobby of our school asking if I was leaving for the hospital.

Really?

Because I'm pretty sure I sit right next to my husband in class and if it was time to leave for the hospital, I think he'd be coming with me!

I shake my head and reply "No, It's necessary that I use the bathroom," in Arabic and that makes the men super uncomfortable. HA!

I'm feeling really good, actually. I had one really bad night of sleep where my hips and groin were in alot of pain and my feet were so swollen all night that anytime they bumped each other I woke up in pain, but that seems to have passed.

I've had two mornings of contractions. The first was during class and I couldn't really tell if they were contractions or not. They felt like menstrual cramps that led to Grace rolling up tight and then relaxing. They came every 3 minutes for about 20 minutes or so and then they just up and stopped.

In the two or three days after that I didn't feel anything that felt contraction like and I was beginning to get nervous. I so want my body to go into labor naturally (if possible,) and I was reassured this morning when I woke up early to a text from a friend and then immediately started having contractions. These were stronger and more defined. They lasted for half an hour and and then stopped!

The whole time I was praising God, thanking Him for the reminder that He is in control. I kept saying "if this is when You want her to come...let her come! If not, thank You for the encouragement!"

LOL.

I had my 38 week appointment today and I almost asked for an exam (here in this country, your aren't given an internal exam until you come into the hospital in labor,) to find out if I was effaced or dialated, but the Dr I saw today was in such a hurry I didn't feel like bothering her.

My appointment lasted 3 minutes.

Seriously.

I timed it.

I'm glad baby Grace and I are so healthy that we don't require much medical attention, but I crossed an international border for this appointment!

We took an entire day off of school!

I didn't eat a second dessert!

Oh. Probably should always heed to that last one, huh?

We had a sweet morning of fellowship. A short term team from Georgia was here working for our company and our supervisors brought them out to meet us. They had carted over a package from my parents and sister and then they had also bought some gifts for Grace, so as we sat at our picnic we had an impromptu baby shower.

And now, thanks to a joint effort by my mom and sister, we have a diaper bag! I let Ian get a Georgia Bulldog themed bag (as in, it is red and black,) so that he wouldn't be ashamed of carrying it around, though if I wasn't taking him into consideration I totally would have rallied for a Vera Bradley diaper bag.

Somehow, I just can't do that to my husband.

And now, the day is coming to an end on this side of the world.

My feet are swollen and I am tired. I'm very disappointed that Grace didn't come today, as I guess I thought this was her day.

I even did my hair and makeup.

Doesn't she understand these things?

No? Well, I think that might be one of her first lessons once she's entered the world.

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38 Weeks