Sunday, September 4, 2011

Forty-one.

I'm not doing a 41 week survey. I'm sick of doing them and you are likely sick of reading them. And, also, it's mega depressing to have to do one that says I'm a week overdue and still not close to going into labor. I keep saying that the husband and I must sound like complete lunatics because these babies listen to us for 9 months and then decide it's safer to just stay inside. I've been telling the baby that we're actually super fun and that it's much easier to stretch on the outside, but he/she isn't listening.

I've been wondering a lot of things this week. Like how long I'd really stay pregnant if inductions weren't available. When would I really go into labor? Would it be another week or two or even three? (Um, it's possible. I know.) I wonder if this induction will go better than the last, i.e. faster and easier, or if it will also take several days. I wonder if I'll be in a lot more pain this time, because I can honestly say it wasn't that bad the first time around (knock on wood).

The one thing I'm not wondering about is how I'll feel when this kiddo comes out and is introduced to me for the first time. I'm fairly certain I know the answer to that one. I'm beyond excited for this week and can't wait to finally have my family all together.

Oh, here's your weekly update: I'm still pregnant, I'm still contracting like it's my job, I'm still eating sugar like it's in short supply, and I'm still fielding stupid comments & getting stared at on a daily basis. I'm ready to have a baby, a beer, and a break from these head butts to the lady parts. (You're welcome.)

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