We made it full-term! I am relieved and it's funny how just one week can change things so much. In just one week Mike and I went from thinking, "Don't come yet," to "Ok, any time you want to come now, you can come." The truth is that I would love for him to come anytime now but if not, I only have three more weeks.
have to admit, it will be really weird to me if I go 40 weeks. I think the closer it gets to 40 weeks I'll start thinking, "What is wrong with me/him? Why aren't you here yet?" All this changes from day to day though. It's either, three weeks isn't very long or can you just come already?
It's actually kind of irritating because I'll go for part or most of the day having contractions and cramps and I start thinking, "Maybe he's coming. That's exciting/scary." And then I go to bed and everything stops until I get up to go to the bathroom, then it starts again for a few minutes until I lay back down. Maybe it's in my head?. It drives me nuts. I am almost tempted just to pace my bedroom floor and never go to bed. I either want to have the contractions and get it over with or have none at all! I guess it doesn't always work out that easily does it?
A few reasons to want him to come early: my doctor is out of town until tomorrow and I don't want her to deliver me....but unless he comes tonight that reason won't matter anymore. Second, is that I only have two pants that fit and two shirts. I weighed quite a bit more with Isaac than this time but this time my belly is so huge that nothing will cover it anymore. I am ready to wear clothes that cover me. Third, I will be more inclined to go to our family reunion if he comes early. Fourth, kind of like the second reason, I just want to be thinner already!! These aren't exactly strong reasons to have him early but still....it would make life a little nicer.
One thing though, unless Mike and I stop procrastinating and get some more time on our long-distance card, we can't call anyone when it actually happens. It will just have to be a mystery.
4 comments:
I'm still rooting for your birthday. If you name him after me, I'll be his uncle and godfather...it's up to you.
I hate that you want him on my birthday. I would hate to celebrate my one special day with my child. And...who wants to celebrate their one special day with their mom?! Can't I have one day that is mine? I'm mostly kidding....
Valid point. It'd be fun for a grandkid to share with their grandparent (like we tried with Mom and Leah - May 23 and 25, respectively). But to share with their own parent may be kind of a drag.
Glad you made it this far. I remember feeling like I just wanted the babies out of me as fast as possible after a certain point, they get so heavy dragging in the front. I always felt like I'd surely tip over.
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