Terminal
I walked into the living room at 10:15 PM with a giant bowl of salad and an equally giant bowl of ice cream (my second bowl...I had the joy of eating the first bowl an hour earlier, and also had the joy of watching Jeremy lick the ice cream I accidentally launched into the air off the wall) . Jeremy looked at me and said,
"How long do you plan on staying up??"
I grimaced and plopped myself on the couch.
I grimaced and plopped myself on the couch.
"Look, I'm just doing what my body tells me."
As much as I enjoy my body's random cries for weirdness, I am looking forward to when it's all over.
But...
I am TERRIFIED of the ensuing labor.
With my first pregnancy, I didn't know what to expect, so when the excruciating contractions came on I was surprised, but excited, because, WOW! I was in labor! It was novel.
With my second, I didn't even know I was in labor, so I was like, "I'm in labor!? *flowers showering my head* Weee!!!"
With my third, it was more like this:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *GASP*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *GASP*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And the whole experience was further complicated with all the chaos with what was going on with my baby and why on earth her heart rate was dropping, blah blah blah.
So. As much as I hate the end of pregnancy, and as much as I love having that little baby in my arms, the in between unknowns are driving me to distraction.
When I have a minute to think (which seems like all the time), I think to myself, "Gee...is it going to be horrible??? Am I going to go into labor and not get to the hospital in time to get an epidural??? Will I scream??? Will I be able to make sure all the beds are made before I go??" And then I remember that if I go into labor during the day, I have 20 minutes until Mom can be here, so that should give me enough time to make the beds and at least unload the dishwasher, and maybe fold some laundry if I am with it enough between contractions, because, heaven forbid my house is a mess when I go to the hospital.
I can see it now... Mom shows up ready to leave Dad here to watch my kids (ha ha ha!), and I am alternately running around and curling up in a ball on the floor in pain trying to scrub the tile in my bathroom.
I think something's wrong with me.
I think something's wrong with me.
Comments
Yikes.... so many worries! I guess all that matters is that the baby is healthy and there are no complications right? If we don't get the beds made we can demand that be done by our good and faithful husbands before we have to come home and look at it ourselves!! Good luck! The end is near and it will be fabulous! Just wait and see....
hang in there
Do you remember that camp song? It should be your theme song for the next 6-7 weeks, right?
With each one had the hospital bag packed by 36 weeks, a phone list on hand, route to the hospital, and my RS Pres on standby! I wanted to do this last labor natural like the previous one, but panicked when Nate had to leave me alone and opted for the epidural.
The most important thing: that baby is healthy and arrives safely. Have your stuff ready to go, a route planned, and a close neighbor willing to babysit on short notice. It's ok if the house is messy, the labor hard, and your armpits hairy. Baby won't mind. You've done this 3 times, you can do it again! :) Good luck!!!!!!!!!!!
I was induced with my first two for medical purposes. With Anne the doctor told me to head straight to the hospital because I was at a 5 and in labor. I had to go home and pack my hospital bag and straighten things up.