Yep, today's my original due date, so tomorrow Baby G will definitely, undeniably be overdue. His baby ticker avatar has even disappeared from the screen, which is somewhat unsettling. It still indicates how far along I am (41 weeks!), but there's no floating baby to be found. Guess he got bored and wandered off to find something else to do to pass the time (he's probably watching baby videos on Youtube). No biggie. Honestly, that little baby hadn't changed much for months!
Physically I do feel like things are changing this week but those feelings are usually strongest between about 3 and 7 a.m. By about lunch-time any hope that labor is imminent is dashed by feeling exactly the same as the day before. That happened again this morning, even more intense and slightly more painful than yesterday. I felt even more certain that it was the start of things and Neal and I joked about how funny it would be if he was born on his original due date. Unless labor comes on fast and strong, I don't think that's likely to happen, but I'm still holding out hope that just maybe this baby will come out on his own before my scheduled induction on Monday.
In addition to the boredom I've already blogged about a few times, I'm having a hard time occasionally controlling feelings of anxiety. He's been just about as active as ever but the kicks, jabs, and what felt like somersaults were mostly replaced awhile ago by lots of squirming and wriggling around. There can't be much room in there at this point. But as long as I feel him moving around, we're good. Occasionally, however, he has some downtime and although rarely more than an hour or two will go by without my noticing any movement, it still sends me into a mild panic when I realize I haven't felt anything for awhile. Yesterday was a little like that and the thought of having to spend the next four or five days in that state was driving me crazy. He's as squirmy as ever today, so I'm feeling much more calm and relaxed, for now, but that should give you some sense of how difficult this waiting can be (I'll be worry-free once he's outside the womb, right??). So when people advise that I enjoy these last few (bonus!) days pre-baby, I have a hard time imagining exactly living up the childless lifestyle. I've been planning and waiting a long time for this kid, and frankly, the quicker he comes out, the sooner I can have a margarita!
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It's funny -- I believe I was as much as two weeks late, so I've just been assuming that's how it will go for me, and might even feel a little put-upon if I don't get that so-called "bonus time" I've been taking as a given. It must really feel like waiting for the phone to ring at this point though ... especially with the promise of a big margarita on the other side!
I know, I really didn't think I'd feel this impatient. I, too, was pretty late; most first babies are. But I think because I've essentially been off work and on getting-ready-for-baby patrol for about a month now, the waiting is driving me a little crazier than I anticipated. I think if you can psychologically just prepare yourself to deliver about 10 days to two weeks after your due date, you'll handle this waiting period much better than I have!
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