Five days until the turkey timer pops. It's hard to keep in mind that she's not late yet and that the reality of it is that she most likely will go past her due date. If she hasn't been born by Friday, my doctor is scheduling an induction.
I feel like I have been pregnant forever. I can't imagine doing this again. Maybe when it's been a nice long time - long enough for me forget...though that might require some head trauma.
I haven't even been sick or had any health problems. I can't imagine what it's like for women who have a harder time than me. The worst part for me is the mental aspect of it. It is so much anticipation and preparation. I'm losing my mind thinking about it. Those women on I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant have no idea how lucky they are. I wish I didn't know. Instead, it dominates my brain. Even at night. If I can manage to fall asleep, I'm dreaming about going into labor.
I spend a lot of my day trying to ignore the Braxton Hicks contractions that tease me relentlessly. Squeezing the breath out of me but not accomplishing much else. When they first started getting stronger, I would time them. But timing them made my anxiety even worse.
The irony is that I'll have a whole other mixed bag of ailments to pester me after she's been born. Night sweats, most likely stitches and the dreaded first post-partum bowel movement. THAT'S what I'm looking forward to??
Seriously...mother nature really screwed women over when it came to reproduction. It's just cruel.
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