We all know one of those women. . . the ones who seem like they'll be pregnant FOREVER. . .
I am going to be one of those.
The news at the doctor's office this morning was not good. Turns out, despite what I believed, the baby has not dropped. Not at all. And the doctor thinks this should have happened almost 2 weeks ago. The fact that it hasn't concerns him. It also causes concern that I am no more dilated than I was more than a week ago. . .
Which most likely means that this baby is NOT going to be on time.
I guess that means I can stop wondering what every weird pain means, get some cleaning done, and drug myself up for some better sleep at night.
This kid has inherited his parent's stubbornness.
Great.
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Hee. I was one of those women. If my due date was calculated correctly (and now I have my doubts) then I went 2 weeks over and STILL had to be induced.
Those 2 weeks were the longest of my life. I'm not kidding, I literally thought I was going to LOSE MY MIND. I completely lost my sense of humor as well--if I had heard ONE more person say, "you're STILL pregnant?" I think I may have just hauled off and punched them. Wrong thing to say to a woman at that time.
You have my sympathies, my dear!
I'm so glad to hear that. I have very suddenly lost my sense of humor myself. I feel awful. But I'm glad to know I'm not the only one :)
Well, I'll say this: get your sleep, no matter what it takes. Because you won't get any once Baby is here.
It'll be like freshman year, man, except you won't be so psyched about it.
You'll live in a complete haze for months and months, because you have to wake up every 2.5 hours to feed the baby. I can't overstate "complete haze". Seriously, you'll manage the things that absolutely have to be done, but on autopilot, like you drank way too much Nyquil and you're watching yourself through your own eyes like you're watching someone else do what has to be done.
But then one glorious morning, you wake up and realize that your baby slept all night. You look in the mirror. And you're very old.
And you feel old. Completely sapped.
But then you move about after your first night of real sleep in months, and realize you aren't acutally as old as you look, you just feel like an old person, because of the bags under your eyes and because you fall asleep every time you sit down. Moving around, you feel different. You realize you're young again.
The engery is magically restored to your muscles. You'll think, maybe you never really were as old as you felt, maybe you were just tired.
Then, then next night it happens again. Within a week, you feel something like the equivalent of losing 20 pounds and getting a promotion and having the cat get run over (which is good, because, you know, now you don't have to deal with it). Happiness is restored, Spring has arrived no matter what season it is, and the world couldn't be happier.
Not only is your youth restored, bags under eyes vanished, but your child is immensely more interesting than a newborn, and becomes entertaining and fun.
Then you think "oh, man, having a baby isn't so bad...another wouldn't be so bad"
And remembering all of that, at least well enough to recount it, you're doing it again! :) You are brave brave people.
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