I realize there are women who have been more pregnant than me. The frequent question these days is, "How do you feel?" Well, I feel pregnant. Not bad pregnant--just humongously, largely pregnant. Actually, if I hadn't been told my due date, the fact that I'm overdue wouldn't really bother me. Waking up every day thinking, "It could be today" and having contractions all morning just to have them peter out in the afternoon has started to get to me. It probably doesn't help that I officially cleared myself to have this baby from 36 weeks on!
We've tried lots of natural labor inducing stuff. I've been drinking raspberry leaf tea by the gallons since 37 weeks. I'm actually currently out. I'm up to two evening primrose oils a day. I go for walks with hills (which happens to be mostly through the cemetery, but that's another story entirely). The exercise ball came out this week (and I'm loving it!). I have eaten spicy foods. We started using acupressure points yesterday. I've even been eating bananas because I read that it could help...I want to meet my baby (and yes, I want to take a bath in the jet tub).
Here are some of the other crazy thoughts that have gone through my mind lately, in no particular order:
--It's a lot easier when your water breaks because then you know you're going to the hospital to stay. Timing contractions gets old when they aren't coming regularly enough to count but are coming regularly enough to make you think they count.
--When I'm having lots of contractions, my patience is thin and I don't feel like playing with Josiah as much.
--It never occurred to me that you could be sick and go into labor. How awful!!!
--It may be time to get a step stool to get in and out of my bed.
--Why do I always have to go to the bathroom!?
--Some walks (like today :P) I think someone should be on call to come pick me up when I don't think I can make it home.
--I am going to have to reschedule my baby shower. That means neither of my showers will have gone as planned.
--Parts of me hurt that I'm pretty sure don't have anatomical names.
--In the last year I have been pregnant 11 out of the 12 months. Mathematically that may not be accurate, but in pregnancy math I got pregnant in July and it is now May, which equals 11 months. That means only June is left. I'm sure there's a tabloid story there somewhere.
--I have not had any plans made for the past two weeks because I thought I'd have a new baby. Translated that means my family has not had a planned dinner in a while. I'm running out of spur of the moment ideas and don't want to dip into the prepared dinners I've been stocking away for after baby comes because at some point the baby will come. (Right?!)
--I like not having to do school work during nap time. I have way more me time that way.
--I've been planning what I will eat at the hospital since October...no joke, I didn't get a club sandwich at Shari's because I planned on having one when the baby came since it lasts a bit if I don't get to eat it right away. Apparently a week in the hospital with Josiah and reading about healing postpartum foods has led me to plan my hospital stay menu. Goodness!
--I am worried about Josiah in all of this craziness because he is still so little to understand what's happening. I know I'll see him the two days we're in the hospital, but his little world will be so different--even with family taking care of him.
--I am serving Raspberry with an eviction notice...starting today!
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