I don't know if he is coming out this week or not. I have had a couple of bad nights, having "practice" contractions. Braxton Hicks contractions is what they call them. Sometimes they are painful, sometimes they just feel like my belly is as hard as a rock with no pain whatsoever.
When the painful contractions hit, it is like he is teasing me. Labor is the ultimate joke. You sit around for nine months taking care of your body, growing this little person, cleaning your house, getting ready for baby time and then you hit 38 weeks and W A I T.
Every time you get the slightest twinge in your stomach, you wonder, could it be time?
I have been trying not to get too anxious by focusing on the due date because I know it is a best guess, but it is SO HARD not to. I really really really want to meet my son.
I have been making all kinds of plans these last two weeks hoping that Murphy's Law will kick out my little renter. I had a massage, a fancy dress up date with Ann, a haircut, a pedicure, and all kinds of work meetings. I think that going to work every day is the hardest part of all of this waiting. I don't want to be there, I want to stay home and nurse my baby. I have a bigger job coming up, sitting at my desk all day pressing buttons is so trivial.
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