A week ago I was certain I was just moments away from going into labor.
Yet here I sit. Another week bigger. More uncomfortable than ever. Sleep? What's that?
Five days ago I was 3cm dilated and 80% effaced, (if you don't know what any of that means I will just let you Google it). Since then, I have walked every day, sometimes twice a day, and cleaned my house obsessively, expecting my water to break or contractions to come on with every passing hour. I just don't even understand how I am still pregnant with as much as I have been on my feet. Apparently baby is really comfortable I guess, so I have resigned myself to the fact that he will come when he is good and ready, and until then, we will all just have to wait.
If one more person asks me when I am going to have this baby though, I might lose it.
Husband is the worst offender of all. When he is at work, he calls every hour, asking if my water has broken yet. As if I wouldn't let him know. Like I'm gonna call him up a few hours later and be all, "Surprise! I had a baby! Didn't want to bother you at work though, so I just thought I'd keep it to myself."
I know that baby will eventually arrive though, even though these last few days (weeks?) may feel like an eternity. I am just so excited to meet him, and hold him, and see his sweet little face for the first time. I can only hope that my next post will include a photo of our newest family member.
2 comments:
It'll be over before you know it...although I know you know that. Then once you have him you'll miss being pregnant, sort of, a little bit, maybe!?!?!
It will be soon ...can't wait to see him :)
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