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I am totally psychologically prepared to go past my due date. Mentally all psyched up to wait for Perquackey for two more weeks. No problem.
But physically, I just don’t think I can do it.
I hurt. I’m having real contractions, not the painless Braxton Hicks kind. These start in my back and come around to the front and feel like the worst menstrual cramps ever, with a electric jolt of bladder pressure added for good measure.
I’ve been having them all day, which would seem like a sign of impending labor if I hadn’t had them for five hours on Saturday and for hours on Monday, too.
Everything is kind of breaking down around my body, too: my feet are swollen up like marshmallows, I’m peeing every 15 minutes, and I’m eating a little crazy, like it’s the first trimester again. Why yes, I did have cereal three times yesterday. No, I would not like to eat any of your crazy green vegetables.
I’ve been giving the baby pep talks every time I have a contraction. “Come on, little guy! Just like that! Give me another one! Oh yeah, you can do it!”
I’m comforted by the fact that my childbirth class friends Emily and Claire both had a few false starts and are now the proud mamas of lovely little girls.
Come on little guy, don’t you want to come out and meet your pretty new girlfriends?
kate
— Jun 15 / 08:34I hope you had at least a somewhat comfortable weekend, Sarah! It won’t be long now. I’m half way through my pregnancy. Aren’t you glad you’re nearly done? Good luck with the big push!
Aunt Martha
— Jun 15 / 22:14I was in labor for two weeks with Ian and was sent home from the hospital 2 times. When we went for the final time, Ian spent 29 hours finding his way out! Thank god the nurse was a trained midwife from Jamaica. The rest is TMI and I will tell you only after you have Perquackey, if you really want to know. I will tell you that your mother/mother-in-law tried to help move things along by bringing our favorite funny movies thinking that laughter would spur things on. Didn’t work. Then there was the hot spicy chili. That didn’t work either. My wish for you is that your labor is easy and that Perquackey comes out ready to spill and spell.
Hang in there you guys.
Love, Auntie M
Grandma Amy
— Jun 20 / 04:14Sarah, thinking about you brings me back almost 33 years, when I was in the exact same situation. I would say the only difference was the weather, but thank goodness for you that we’ve had fall instead of spring this year! What I remember, as the days ticked by, is the boredom. Everything is done, even the anxiety has calmed—all that’s left is the waiting. Maybe the ridiculous movie I brought Martha will help— ‘Fire Sale’, starring Alan Arkin and Rob Reiner as brothers and Sid Caesar is their peg-leg uncle. Or my other crazy faves, S.O.B. and ‘The Ritz’. They may not induce labor, but they will make Perquackey chuckle!