It is indeed the first day of summer, the longest technical day of the year in terms of sunshine.
It also figuratively feels like the longest damned day ever. No contractions. No back pain. No water breakage. No NOTHING. I'm only four days overdue, and I don't know how women don't go on total hormonal rampages when they're late. Seriously, Scarlet, how did you manage to survive nine extra days? Meanwhile, one of my dear childhood friends who was due three weeks after me just gave birth to a healthy baby girl yesterday. I do see the cons in this: They didn't have a bag packed, figured they had more time, etc. But ohhhh...a tiny bit of jealousy reared its ugly head.
I've tried all the tricks. I've walked. I've eaten spicy food. I had a beer. I did other things. The only thing I haven't done is eat eggplant--clearly my lack of eggplant is holding things back.
He is moving around maddeningly inside, as if to say, "Ha ha, Mommy, I am so comfy and I just want to remind you that I am still here!" Yes, I know that I am incredibly fortunate to even be pregnant, and as of tomorrow I'll be induced, so by the weekend I will have him in my arms and be exhausted and happy.
But I'm hormonal and hot and uncomfortable, and the magic of pregnancy is gone.
1 comment:
Yesterday's FB status of a friend of mine "When reacting with great sadness to the fact that we have to wait ten months for Game of Thrones to come back, Kayla suggested getting pregnant to pass the time more quickly..."
Kayla just had a baby maybe 6 months ago. Seems mean of her to suggest that pregnancy would make the time go FASTER.
Good luck! Sending you <3!
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