So how does it feel to have your due date come and go and still find yourself pregnant? It's not awesome. I'm no more uncomfortable than I was last week or the week before, really...it's a little harder to bend over (but I'm still able to lotion my legs and clean the cat box...yoga pays off?) and I've got random pains going on in and around my belly and...other areas, but I'm not miserable.
Bored? Yes. Annoyed? A little. But mostly, I'm tired of my phone going off. Turns out that people really want me to have this baby, and to have it on time. A small sample of texts I've received in the past two days:
Did you have your baby yet or what?!?
Baby news??
Where da baby at?
Update?
What is the latest report?
That baby come yet?
Has baby popped out yet?
Is it time for the baby? Is everyone bugging you about this?
Sigh. I'm trying to be present on facebook so people know I'm around, but there's only so much I can do, and there's only so often I can talk about it, especially when I'm trying not to dwell on it. So please, if I sound at all annoyed when I respond to your text with "buh" or "no." or something equally un-enthused, know that I don't mean it personally. I just don't have anything new to tell you. I don't know when the baby is coming. Yes, we were due on the 19th. But as our wise birthing class nurse pointed out, it's a due-week. Only 5% of babies are born on their due date...and this baby will come when it is ready. (Or I'll be induced on the 29th. These are the only certainties I know right now.)
So basically, when there is something to tell, I will tell. But it
And now, I'm going to go put some make-up on. Because you just never know...
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So, who are you favoring in this year's Academy Awards?
ReplyDeleteLol. Ah, distractions. I've only seen The Help, so I really can't say...I typically wait til the awards are over and then arrange my Netflix queue accordingly.
DeleteBoth of my kids were 10 days "late". I came very close to sending my husband in after them. I remember talking to my belly saying " the thermometer popped (my belly button) and you're done!".
ReplyDeleteBut when they finally came out, I wanted to put them back in - my hormonal rush wanted to protect them from the world, and my womb was the safest place I could think of. Don't worry, I didn't put them back in. : )