i am a planner. i like things to happen when they are supposed to happen. i liked knowing that yesterday was supposed to be my last day at work for awhile but i'm not so sure. i liked knowing that tomorrow is the due date, the date i've been planning for since early august.
at my appointment on wednesday, my midwife told me not to get too excited about going into labor any time soon. it seems the nugget is still riding high (sure doesn't feel that way to me though) and he is apparently quite cozy in my belly. all of his crazy moves and stretches have me convinced he is out of space and i keep trying to coax him out. i tell him he has parents who want to hold him, four legged siblings who want to sniff him and kiss him, soft blankets, tiny little clothes to wear, new carpet to crawl on (i realize this is a ways off), and a whole bunch of people who are anxiously awaiting his arrival. still he stretches and kicks and pushes this mommy around and gives no indication he is on his way out.
last tuesday was beautiful and i left work a few hours early. i sat outside on our deck with the dogs and soaked it up. i had the (not so) brilliant idea to expose my (frighteningly white) baby belly to the sun thinking if nugget felt the warmth and and saw the bright light he would want to come out. nope. all it resulted in was a not so pleasant sunburned belly. that is the one positive of him taking his time - he's given my belly time to recover so that i didn't have to experience monitors stuck all over a sunburn. can you imagine? ouch.
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