Phantom Contractions...Again

Had my first appointment with the OB who'll deliver me today. In addition to all the usual checking-up, today's fun included the NST to measure contractions and the baby's heart rate.

When the OB popped in to take a look he said, "Wow. Looks like it's ready to start any minute. You feeling those contractions?" Me: "No." He's all, "seriously? You don't feel anything?" and I'm all, "not a damn thing. The baby's moving. You sure you're not measuring his movements?"

All very reminiscent of the NST they did 3ish weeks before Dylan was born. Then as now I was apparently having regular-yet-unnoticed contractions. So I'm taking this one with a grain of salt and persisting in my stubborn insistence that my due date is not July 14th (as the OBs believe) but more like July 17th-ish...or later.

Really though I'm still trying to enjoy the most of every moment that we're still a family of 3 with predictable routines and somewhat established sleep patterns. Maybe I'm just a super lucky pregnant lady but no, I am not miserable and anxiously awaiting my first contractions. I feel great, enjoy the hell out of my son and am closer to the "full-blown-panic-attacks-at-the-thought-of-being-a-mother-to-two-children-under-two" school of thought.

I'm scared as hell of how Dylan will react to his shared family, whether he'll be able to sleep through his baby brother's nightly wakings (and whether the Schnegglet will be able to sleep through Dylan's nightly wakings...we've apparently screwed the pooch and let bad habits form there), how I'll manage on way too little sleep without the possibility of perma-naps like I had with Dylan, etc. I know we'll adjust eventually, that's what survival's all about, after all. But with Dylan it was so much better than survival. I had it so easy with him that I was able to enjoy every second of being a new mom. Call me selfish, but I want to be able to enjoy every second of being a new mom to number two, too.

Of course, I've also managed to convince myself that the Schnegglet is going to be of the "hell-on-wheels" variety. I had it so easy with Dylan that I'm positive I'll never get that lucky twice. Karma has to bite me on the ass at some point. So I figure the Schnegglet will be the instrument through which I am instructed what it was like to be a mother to a child like me...