Mary-Grace is just a bit stubborn like her mama...

Happy St. Patrick's Day!  Today is K's favorite feast day.  He's such a cheese ball and I love that! :)  When we were younger (and not so bright) we used to party hearty on this day.  But alas, now we are wiser older and someone happens to be pregnant. :)  There will be no partying for us.  There hasn't been for years.  Like I said, we are wiser older.  K is however decked out in his green polo for work today.  And as he is every day, St. Patrick is prominently displayed on his desk.  I bought the little statue for him for his birthday last year when I realized that he was also the patron saint of engineers (K is an engineer if I haven't mentioned that before).  He was excited to go to lunch today with one of his employees as he does every St. Patty's Day.  There is this really cool little Irish Pub down the street from his office that is usually only open for dinner.  However, every year on this day they open up for lunch.  The food there is AMAZING and if I didn't have my 39 week appointment today during his lunch time I would have totally crashed their party.  I was thinking about picking up some Guin.ness for him on my way home but I totally forgot.  Would it look bad if this huge pregnant lady was out buying beer?  I was joking with K the other night about how we needed to move to Europe.  Apparently it's perfectly acceptable, and often encouraged, for pregnant women to have a glass or two of wine or beer from time to time.  I do miss wine...and the occasional beer.  I'm not a huge drinker (especially since we became older wiser) but I did enjoy my wine.  I told K that when I can drink again I'm sure going to be a cheap date. :)

So today was the day we were predicting (hoping) to be Mary-Grace's birthday.  It's not exactly looking like that is going to happen.  I just got back from my 39 week appointment and I have made absolutely no progress.  None!  Nada!  I'm not sure what all of those contractions were on Monday but apparently they didn't do much of anything.  I'm still 50% effaced and have not started dilating.  She said my cervix was really tight.  Oh yippy.  She then told me to go home and go on lots of walks and have lots of sex.  Then I turned six shades of red because I'm still a child and that makes me all embarrassed.

I'm not going to lie...I am definitely discouraged.  I thought for sure we would have gotten somewhere.  She even said to me with a little chuckle that I might as well just plan on this baby being overdue.  I know, I know, due dates are arbitrary.  They don't really mean that much.  She'll come when she's good and ready...yada, yada.  I know, I'm the queen of telling people these things.  And to be honest, I don't know why it's bothering me so much.  I think I'm just tire.  I haven't slept in I have no clue how long.  I'm sore and uncomfortable and feel huge.  And, more than all of that, unknown things give me anxiety.  My anxiety is absolutely going bonkers right now.  It's not really an impatience thing, it's definitely an anxiety thing.  And, I really really just can't wait to meet this little girl.  I just want to hold her and count all her fingers and toes.

I've also got this strange OCD hang up thing with dates.  I don't know how to explain it, but it's pretty weird.  I like when things happen on dates with meaning.  They don't have to necessarily mean anything to anyone else, but they might have significance to me.  When I got my BFP on the same day I was received into the Church that was like the most amazing thing that could have happened to me.  There's something about dates.  And...since the doctor goes by the first day of your last period to determine due date that puts us at K's birthday.  It's things like that.  I'm always looking for things like that.  So when we realized that it was totally possible for MG to be born on St. Patrick's day we thought that would be amazing.  I also thought that Saturday, St. Joseph's feast day would be amazing too.  So driving home today after talking to the doctor I got a bit upset and discouraged.  I know it's really silly.  I'm just being honest here.

But then, when I got home I had an email notifying me of a comment on a previous post from dear sweet JBTC.  I love her!  And she seems to have the date significance thing going like I do. :)  She mentioned that Next Friday the 25th is the Feast of the Annunciation!  Um, how cool of a birthday would that be?  She reminded me that it's the first time the Angel Gabriel used the term "Hail Mary Full of Grace."  That definitely perked up my spirits just a little. :)  It's also the day before the due date the doctors gave me so I think it would be very fun to prove them wrong and not go past my date (even though according to my charting she's due on the 23rd).  I'm going to try really really hard not to let myself get stuck on a date though.  SHE WILL COME WHEN SHE IS GOOD AND READY AND NOT A DAY SOONER!  Now I just have to repeat that to myself over and over again. :)

On a completely different note.  Could you all spare a prayer or two for K?  He is having some difficulties at work dealing with being the only Catholic in a very Anti-Catholic environment.  It's a small, close knit office and things are getting pretty out of control.  He's having a really hard time.  A particular incident happened yesterday that he feels God calling him to address and he is very worried about it.  I wish I could go into more detail, but I probably shouldn't.  But trust me, you would be appalled!

Have a wonderful rest of the day! :)