Warning: Some graphic content describing bodily functions. If you don't want to know, don't read on.
Sorry, but I have to share this stuff. Or I want to remember this when I go to try to do this again. I've tried to maintain the blog in present tense, but I give up now. At this point, it's all retrospective.
Anyway, I had been doing well tummy wise. I have a tendency to have 2 kinds of gastrointestinal issues: blockages or gas. The former is far worse than the latter. During and slightly after my trip to Miami, the former became a bit of an issue. This is not uncommon for me during travel. The problem was it exacerbated some preexisting issues back there and had me pretty worried. Thankfully, a trip to the midwifes and a lot of water consumption and I was back on the track to happiness.
All that ended 3 weeks before my due date. No amount of water, stool softener or fiber consumption could keep the blockade at bay, and my back door suffered for it. This put me in a nasty position for labor. And I knew that going in. But what can you do?
Two weeks before my due date, my eating habits started to change. Some days I was absolutely ravenous. Other days I'd hardly eat at all. I was hoping the lack of hunger was a sign that labor would be starting. No such luck. I just kept bouncing back and forth between the two feelings and struggling to keep things moving in my system. It was tough. This trend persisted through my due date, right up until I was induced.
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