Maybe Baby

In an effort to maintain pregnancy beyond 35 weeks, I began weekly injections of 17P - a synthetic progesterone - on February 9th.

In one week, I lost my second trimester bounce.
I have no desire to clean, cook, or organize.
I would be happy sleeping 12 hours a day.

I feel like I'm powering a locomotive uphill - and that's just to get out of bed!

Essentially, I've been feeling like toast.

I almost quit the injections. Almost.

But reading through my blog posts during my first pregnancy convinced me that four months of pure exhaustion is worth the increased possibility of a full-term baby.

I was 50% effaced at 33 weeks.

50%! And my cervix was not checked again until I went into labor at 35 weeks.

I know we got off lucky with a pre-term baby exhibiting signs of a full-term pregnancy. But just because you win the lottery once, doesn't mean you should buy more tickets. Right? Be happy with the good fortune you have and make preparations for when your good fortune takes a nap.

If I can keep my cervix from effacing before 36 weeks, then maybe my bag of waters will have the support it needs to remain intact.

And if my bag of waters remains intact, then maybe my body won't expel Delia in an attempt to save her life.

If my body doesn't give Delia the boot before 36 weeks, then maybe - just maybe - we can have a happy, healthy, family-centered birth at the birth center.

Maybe.

Maybe is enough for me.
Let's hope this maybe is enough for Delia Hazel.