The Waiting Game
When I had Cakes, I finished work on a Friday, three weeks before my due date, with plans to relax and enjoy those last childfree days. Monday morning I was sent straight from my Dr. appointment to the hospital to be induced (a hellish process that ended up taking days). I felt really cheated.
This time, I finished work three weeks before my due date, hoping for a week to relax (never dreaming I would go to term). Now, mere days from 40 weeks I’m starting to lose my mind! I've spent time with Cakes. I’ve gone for a pedicure, saw the new Harry Potter (it was pretty good, but I wanted to see more of the women), had a dinner party, gone for lunch, brunch, cappuccino, and read about 10 books (seriously!) I know I shouldn’t complain, and I am grateful. This pregnancy couldn’t be more different than the last: I weigh 20 pounds less, I’m wearing the same sized shoes and I’m sleeping OK. But now I just want to get on with things. I hate not knowing when things are going to happen. I’m using up maternity leave time. I want to get used to the baby before girls weekend in August! This holding pattern is making me a little crazy (and bitchy).
So, I’m going for long walks. We’re having Indian tonight. I’m even thinking about resorting to having sex. Did any of this stuff work for any of you? Did anyone else go overdue with their second or third child? I’m seeing my midwife tomorrow, and she’ll offer a stretch and sweep. Has anyone done this? Did it work? I know, I’m an asshole and I need to relax and stop complaining, but I can’t!