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rj_andersonOK, so here I am, at my due date (well, it's supposedly tomorrow, but close enough), 40 weeks pregnant. And I actually feel quite decent.
With Nicholas, I went eight days over my due date, and I was miserably uncomfortable with hugely swollen feet and bilateral carpal tunnel syndrome, unable to sleep properly by night and staggering about by day in a perpetual state of exhaustion. This time, though, I'm still mobile and flexible, still sleeping comfortably, have very little swelling in my wrists and ankles, and no carpal tunnel at all. I really have nothing to complain about.
Except, of course, that in spite of all that good stuff, I still just want to have this baby and get the whole thing over with. And I've got all these little pops and pangs and stretchy feelings and what-have-you that make me think, "Well, something is happening..." But then, I also know that for that "something" to turn into real labour might take 12 hours, or 24, or 70... or more. So I am trying to remind myself to be thankful for the degree of comfort and mobility that I have, and also to savour the last few days (if it comes to that) of relative peace and rest in the house before the new baby arrives and turns everything upside down.
Oh, yeah, and sitting comfortably. Gotta remember to appreciate that while I've still got it, too.
With Nicholas, I went eight days over my due date, and I was miserably uncomfortable with hugely swollen feet and bilateral carpal tunnel syndrome, unable to sleep properly by night and staggering about by day in a perpetual state of exhaustion. This time, though, I'm still mobile and flexible, still sleeping comfortably, have very little swelling in my wrists and ankles, and no carpal tunnel at all. I really have nothing to complain about.
Except, of course, that in spite of all that good stuff, I still just want to have this baby and get the whole thing over with. And I've got all these little pops and pangs and stretchy feelings and what-have-you that make me think, "Well, something is happening..." But then, I also know that for that "something" to turn into real labour might take 12 hours, or 24, or 70... or more. So I am trying to remind myself to be thankful for the degree of comfort and mobility that I have, and also to savour the last few days (if it comes to that) of relative peace and rest in the house before the new baby arrives and turns everything upside down.
Oh, yeah, and sitting comfortably. Gotta remember to appreciate that while I've still got it, too.
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