I'm due in 2 weeks. Just 2! She could actually decide to make an appearance today for all I know. It's both exciting and frustrating. Will I miss being pregnant? Sure. I feel so very close to my little sweetpea. These passed 9 months have been like nothing I've ever experienced before. Will I be happy to get my body back? Bet your ass I will. I would very much like to see my toes again.
My doctor and I decided that today will be my last day at work before Elizabeth arrives. It's just getting a little too difficult to sit up in a computer chair all day. It's hard to breath, and it causes the baby to jam her poor, little feet into my poor, little ribs.
I've been having false labor for the passed few days, which is very nerve-racking. Just when I think it might be the real deal, the contractions go away. It's a bummer. They don't really hurt, so that's a sure sign that they're not real. Yet, they do have a pattern to them; they were coming every 10 minutes or so for 2 hours straight. Then I started to walk around, waiting for the next one to come, and it never showed up. Sadness.
This coming weekend would be a nice time for her to show up, apart from the damn Devon Bridge being closed yet again. That was the route we were preparing to take to the hospital, and now we would have to change that if it happens this weekend. It's not a huge deal; I just didn't want Harry to have to get on the highway. He's gonna be a nervous wreck, and I'd rather we not have to travel above 55 mph with him in that state. Maybe I should drive! That could be interesting.
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