So the little one stuck it out until the 8th. She was born exactly on her due date. Thank God I can finally bend again!!
At 7 pounds, 3 ounces she was the biggest of my children. It was weird getting so many compliments from the nurses about how well I was breathing through the contractions. Isn't that what you are supposed to do? Don't think it would have worked well to hold my breath, I was already in enough pain. Contractions started at 5 in the morning and Miss Abigail wasn't born until after 9pm. Talk about a LONGGGGG day. I think I would have done much better if I had eaten something before we went to the hospital, but with my last labor being so short, we figured this one would be too. It probably would have been if her contractions had been regular. We jumped from every 4 minutes to every 6 minutes, and then back again.
At any rate, now she's here!!! The boys are ecstatic, having their baby sister. I'm happy, and thankful she sleeps for about 3 hours a night minimum.
Now if I can figure out how to get things done when all she wants is to be held by momma!