I’m so excited! I’ll be 37 weeks pregnant tomorrow. I can’t believe of how the time has passed. I have been considering lots of things to provoke my labor. I’ve considered castor oil or just going out for a long walk.
My family is visiting Mexico this August. I’d say around the fourth or fifth day of the month. I would love to have my boy now, so that my mom could be here with me the first 3 weeks of my baby’s days.
So, I suggested to her that maybe I can induce my labor. And she didn’t like the idea. She told me how I need to be careful, and it’s always best to let the baby come when he is ready. And I knew that she was right. I should just be thankful that the baby will be here, before she leaves. Because my baby’s due date is August 3rd. And I really don’t think my baby will even make it to the month of August.
My husband thinks that the baby will be born on the 16th. That is because his first daughter was born on November 16th and his son September 16th. So, he hopes that the baby be born on the 16th of July. My guess is that the baby will be born between the 19th and the 23rd. My mother thinks the last days of July and so does the rest of my family.
I know that my son will be with me very soon. My pains are worse than ever. I can’t sleep on my hips anymore. I feel this instant pain that I can’t handle. I have to sleep on my back, which everyone thinks is crazy, because they don’t see how that is possible. My eating habits have changed completely. I can only eat small meals now. I have so much pressure. I feel like at any moment my son is just going to flop on the floor. The pressure is very bad.
But I really don’t mind. I know that my baby’s arrival is almost near and everything would of been worth it. I can’t wait till that day comes. I’m very excited. I’ve been waiting for this day to come for a very long time. I can’t believe that the day is very near. At any moment, I will have my baby boy in my arms.
I feel so foolish, even though I already know what I feel, I shouldn’t be OK. He gave me up. As a matter of fact, he gave “us” up because he couldn’t handle my choice of keeping her, our child. I love him again and again. I can’t explain why. I spend so many days and nights praying to God to rid me of my love for him and it won’t stop. I know love takes time to die, but this is ridiculous! I know it’s wrong but nothing that I do will stop this heartache, Won’t stop the dreams, won’t stop me from wanting him…
Hi all!
Well, I am new to this site, with postings. I found SUG about 2 and a half years ago. I was still in school and thought I might be pregnant. Well, I would have loved it, but I was not, and now I am trying for it. So to get to what I really want to say… Lately, with me trying to conceive, I have done a lot of research! It started with the whole process of pregnancy on Google then went to YouTube… It’s just so much better watching it than just reading don’t you think? So if you watch all these and take into consideration how some people take getting pregnant for granted, I get sad. I am not here to judge or anything but I think any woman, pregnant or not, should watch those videos. It gives a whole other side to pregnancy. Then I watched some on abortion as well, one where they took a scan while performing it, and the baby actually got agro and went into survival mode when the abortionist did not even break through the placenta yet! The baby actually screamed! And all this at a 12 week pregnancy. All of you Lady’s out there, most of the time life is hard, but the choices you make, can make it better or worse. I think you won’t be reading this if you did not need the advice and encouragement on what to do. I want to help, and be a shoulder. Feel free to add me or talk to me. I just felt I had to share what I saw.
Wishing you all a wonderful day.
So today is a whole month since we brought our son home (8th July today), and it’s coming up onto the 13th of July, which means he will be 3 months old. And a few people have asked me about my story, so I think it’s coming up about the right time to explain.
I found out I was pregnant when I was coming up on 14 weeks along. I had to figure out how I got pregnant and who by. Turns out it was my last ‘serious’ boyfriend. We were only together for a few months, but I lost my virginity to him. We only slept together a few times before we split up. I fell pregnant just before my 15th birthday, in late November. I tried explaining to the father that I needed help, and if he wasn’t going to help, I was considering adoption. He convinced me to keep the baby. At my 16 week ultrasound, we found out our baby was a boy. Not long after that ultrasound, me and the father got back together. We sorted our issues out and became really close. We had a 3d ultrasound booked just before i reached 18 weeks. The pictures where great quality taking into consideration how far a long I was.
I was rushed into hospital for the second time, but this time was serious. I was just reaching 20 weeks into my pregnant. Half way! I was diagnosed with major placenta previa. That is when the placenta is lower than the baby. My son was on top of the placenta. And as he was growing bigger, as my pregnancy progressed, he was putting more pressure on the placenta, causing me to bleed and have sharp pains. As it was major, I was estimated another month or two before I delivered. A cervical stitch was put in place to make sure my baby would stay in for as long as possible. I was in hospital for a week, and ordered bed rest, no school or sexual contact. By this stage, I was already the size of a full term woman. I had so much amniotic fluid and a big baby for my stage. So much pressure was being put on my placenta.
At 23 weeks & 4 days, my waters broke whilst I was at home. An ambulance was called and I was rushed into the labour ward. My cervical stitch was removed and i was monitored over night. There was no sign of contractions or dilation. I was sent home the next morning to collect some clothes and get some rest, I was ordered to go back in if I felt the slightest pain. Within the next few hours, I was back at the hospital. Within 2 hours at being in hospital, I was already 9cm’s dilatated. My son was delivered shortly after.
He weighed 2 pounds, 1/2 ounce. Measuring 11cm’s long. He was tiny. He was admitted straight to the NICU and was put on CPAP. He was critical. His survival was 50/50. Not much happened after he was born.
He was in NICU for just over 8 weeks. He had his bad days and his good days. He made me proud though. He gained weight so quickly, and learnt to breath so quickly. He was off CPAP after 8 days, but went downhill at 12 days and went back on CPAP. He went back on canola at 17 days. And stayed like that. He had longs of ‘kangaroo therapy’. The nurses also done a lot of bonding therapy with us. To make sure he knew who we where.
The father proposed in the NICU too, on the 5th of May. He made my son’s heart rate increase. His heart rate always seemed to increase when there was love in the room. He was so clever. On the 8th of June, we got the all clear and our 4 pound baby boy was ready to come home.
He had daily checkups with the home nurse to check he was still making progress, and he was. He also has follow up scans next week to double check he is still doing well. He now weighs 4 pounds 10 ounces. He’s so big!
So yea, that’s basically my story. Don’t think i missed anything.
Well, I’m 19 years old and I have a one-year-old son. I start college in September and I’m thinking about having another baby. I know everybody is gonna say it will be too hard, but that just makes me wanna prove them wrong even more. My boyfriend doesn’t want anymore because he has 3 siblings, but I’m an only child. He doesn’t know what it’s like to not have anybody to turn to when you’re a child and my boyfriend always hangs out with his brother and I want my son to have a sibling to have a relationship with. I don’t want them to be far apart in age and I know if I wait till after college, my son will be 3… Am I still gonna wanna have one then?
Am I just overthinking things? Am I crazy for wanting another now?
At least that’s what they call step one. It’s kind of where I am right now. I’ve met a lot of girls who struggle with depression, self-harm, and eating disorders. But I never wanted to think I had that same problem. It takes a lot to speak up about what’s going on in your life. No matter what it may be. I guessed I’ve struggled with depression since I was about 12. It was when my uncle on my dad’s side died. I’ve never felt such connection in the air like something had gone before. I miss him and his nickname for me. It was the only thing he called me when I saw him.
I’m not sure where the eating disorder began. I just never really noticed. I used to self-harm, but I fixed that on my own. Won’t lie, I still get the urges to. But I tell myself no. I’m not afraid to admit I have a problem. I’m not afraid to get help. I know that many girls and guys are going through the same things as I am. I know I have support in my family as much as my parents don’t want to admit I have a problem.
That’s another thing. Just because your parents are afraid to speak up about their child having a problem doesn’t mean you should be afraid to speak up yourself.
YOU ARE NOT ALONE! STAY STRONG!
You are beautiful,
