I’m really getting to the pointy end of things now. This baby could decide to make an appearance any time now… except for the fact that my doc says, “HA! Fat Chance!”. Just like last time I have a stubborn baby who is way to comfortable in it’s current accommodation to consider moving out.
If I learned nothing else from my first birth it’s that you can’t choose the birth experience that you’re going to have – you can only choose how you respond to it. Right now I am SO excited to meet this baby, I don’t mind how it arrives. I feel ready. I just want to get on with the business of getting to know him or her, introducing Pebble to her new baby sibling, and enjoying my growing family with my husband in our home. A teeny, tiny part of me is reminding me to savour these last few days or weeks of pregnancy, as it is planned to be our last. A HUGE part of me is saying GET IT OUT! I am quite large, quite uncomfortable, and these muggy Adelaide days are doing nothing to improve my mood.
My reality right now is trying to keep on top of daily house stuff, so that things are kind of in order for while I’m in hospital. Not perfect, just vaguely organised. It makes me feel better about things. However, I have washed the sheets or cleaned the floors and tried to force this baby out by sheer will… but it’s not working. Another day or two goes by and the washing basket is full again. The floors are gritty again. That will just have to do.
I’m also living out of a suitcase because I’m already packed and ready to go. I’ve packed everything including a bag of activities to keep Pebble amused during visits and …. my hair straightener. Yes. My hair straightener. These days I almost never straighten all my hair. Who has the time? Besides, I quite like my natural waves… except the freak of a wave in my fringe. That thing must be tamed. Daily. I didn’t do it once. For some reason that one time was on the day of BLOGOPOLIS last year. I know, right? And Grace captured it forever more on video. So THAT’S why I am taking my hair straightener in my hospital bag. P.s. I was four weeks pregnant at Blogopolis – awww!
So. This pregnancy thing. It continues, but it must end. I’m sure I’ll be back soon with some happy news. For now I’m just enjoying the fact that I’m healthy, bubs appears to be healthy and… really… aren’t I lucky that I can make babies at all!? Yes, indeed.
For more on this pregnancy so far you can check out these posts:
Linking up this dose of my reality with Picklebums Real Life Wednesdays.