I'm over being pregnant. I'm ready to have this baby. I'm no longer enjoying our last few days of just PJO and me... mostly I'm just bored while he's at work. And honestly, there's not a whole lot of exciting stuff to do when you're 9 months pregnant. I said we were going to go on movie / dinner dates, but seeing movies in theaters is overrated.
Last night all of the sudden I experienced basically every symptom of labor starting after a complete dearth of any sign of hope that Uno might one day appear. It kind of raised my hopes... or at least I can identify last night as the turning point in my patience. Contractions kept me up from about 10pm to 5:30am but then they just stopped. I am tired and uncomfortable and really really sick of people asking whether I have had the baby. Also, sick of people saying, "well just make sure he comes before or after Christmas" because OH MY GOD could there be ANYTHING worse than being born on Christmas day?!?! As if I care and as if I have any control whatsoever over that.
Today might be the worst day though... tomorrow is Christmas eve, then Christmas I'll be with PJO and my family. Friday morning (my due date) I have a doctor's appointment and I'm hoping we'll schedule an induction, giving me a light at the end of the tunnel. I realize I am being overly dramatic about this. But I'm cranky and hormonal and I just want to go to sleep and wake up with a baby instead of this stupid belly.
1 comment:
You're nowhere near overly dramatic, you've got all kinds of room to escalate!
I hope Uno arrives soon!!
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