Patience, my ass!!!! Everyone is telling me to be patient. Telling me don't worry, he will come when he is ready. Blah, blah, blah. I want to reach up there and pull him out myself. This is ridiculous. I am suffocating and drowning in being patient and I am sick of it. I am so close to sitting on the couch every night and crying because I am not in labor. This is my bonafide hissy fit. I am stamping my feet and screaming like a Neanderthal toddler. Whine, whine, whine.
Everyone keeps asking me every five seconds how am I feeling. Yes, I am touched by the compassion and genuine concern. Honestly, I feel fine. Bean and I are in a fight I feel so perfectly fine. I don't want to feel fine anymore. Bring on the labor pains!! I want to be screaming, legs in stirrups damn it! Out of all people, I want him out more than anyone else. (I bet you can hear me whining in California). If I had even remotely an ounce of control over the situation he would have been born already. Let me repeat, I HAVE NO CONTROL!! There is nothing I can do but sit back and wait. Trust me, no matter how annoying this is to everyone else times it by twelve and that is how I feel. This child is unborn and already driving me crazy. Just like a man.
Sorry for the rant but honestly, I feel like I am being driven slowly insane. I feel like that scene from the Breakfast Club, in detention on Saturday, looking at the clock twice every minute, bored to tears, the second hand moving torturously slow. I am doing nothing, waiting to go into labor. I got really excited on Monday because I was having a lot of contractions. One every 15 minutes for about 3 hours. And then they just stopped. Blast. I was so upset. I kept waiting for them to get stronger and closer together but they didn't. My biggest fear is I am going to be one of those women who don't know they are giving birth until the baby is in their pants. Well, I've got a doctors appointment today. So, we shall see what she says...
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Did you get the message I sent you about my dream? haha. I was really hoping that it was real and you were going to text me back being like "I totally had the baby last night!". So much for my career as a prophet =).
Not like this is what you want to hear but the woman I babysat for in college went two weeks past her due date. She tried everything from long walks to sex and finally her friend told her to get a deep tissue massage and focus on her belly and pelvic area because it really worked and boom she was in labor that night.
Well alrighty then....... love ya kate! Auntie De
Home Stretch....so just keep your eye on the prize! (day after day after day...)
...and a little pushing couldnt hurt either!
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