Sing with me:
These are the days that never end… yes they go on and on my friends.
That’s what I feel like right now.
I know the doctors told me they felt there’s a pretty good chance baby will come pre-Christmas, but the reality is – they don’t know. And I’m not one to dwell on the possibility of it as I don’t want to get my hopes up. So, I’ve sort of resigned myself to having this baby late.
The latest they’d let me go is the first week of January; at which point they’d induce. So, in my head, I’ve shifted my due date to like January 5 or so. Which leaves me feeling a bit frustrated, because that seems like FOREVER away. (Three weeks isn’t exactly forever, says the rational voice in my head.)
But I’m done being pregnant.
I know how hard pregnancy is for some people. I know how badly some people want it. And I’m aware that my attitude stinks at a time when I should be blissfully grateful for how smooth everything has gone up until this point. Yet in these final weeks, I’m not being the “happiest camper” about everything. I just want to be on the other side of pregnancy, and at this point it feels like it will never, ever come. (Overly dramatic, I know. But I’m blaming pregnancy hormones for the drama.)
So while there is still no baby, I’m still having pretty regular (albeit painless) contractions and was told by yet another doctor that the baby is “fully engaged” (which she said means the same thing as “dropped” – to answer my previous question), so in reality labor could start at any time. But it also means it could start in 3 weeks.
I’ve never done well with uncertainty and a lack of a schedule or a plan.
Oh, and the two truths and two lies?
I don’t have any swelling and we don’t have any final names (weird, I know). But I can still ride on our scooter (it is a tight squeeze) and I can still use a squatty. Which by my account means Jill is the winner! (It’s a pretty lame contest when the winner gets no prize.)