Remember in my last post when I stoically stated that I could be patient? Well, as it turns out, not so much. I should change my blog name to The Waiting Game.
Every day I wake up wondering "Is this the day"? I am getting increasingly more surly as the minutes pass, and I am still showing absolutely NO signs of labour. I am uncomfortable, crabby, anxious and just feeling really ready.
But alas, baby girl seems to have no intention of coming out to meet us any time soon. I have a feeling she thinks just like her dad - why go out when you can stay inside where it's warm, comfortable and there's plenty of food? I haven't lost any mucous plug, despite checking several times a day. Besides some occasional pelvic and/or rectal pressure, I honestly feel nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, I haven't even had a single Braxton Hicks contraction in what seems like ages!
I don't mean to complain. I know I should be enjoying this time, making the most of these last couple of weeks. And I am trying to be patient; I really am. I just feel like I'm in this weird limbo. I mean technically, she's not even late yet so I have no reason to be antsy, really. But on the other hand, I am so incredibly excited and filled with anticipation to meet my baby girl and finally be a mother. It's a strange time.
As long as she's healthy and happy, I guess baby girl can come out whenever she's ready. But I sure wouldn't mind if it's sooner, rather than later.
No one has ever been pregnant forever, right? RIGHT?