No sign that anything is happening. No convincing contractions, no mucous plug, she is really high (like, IN my lungs...)... I've felt "done" at work for a week and this Monday is dragging and I've only been here 2 hours. My parents are here now, house is clean, fridge is stocked, everything is ready, we are just waiting...Mommy's ready, little Tatum
I feel fine, really. Just big and out of breath...and impatient.
I'm always preaching that having a newborn is way harder and more tiring than being super pregnant which I KNOW is true, but I guess even the most negative of us (ie: ME), end up being excited enough to meet the LO that they start wishing for the torture to begin. The sooner it starts, the sooner it ends, right I'm trying to take my own advice and just enjoying this time since there is a lot that is really cool about it.
For therapy sake, let's list the positives: I take her everywhere with me and don't have to share, she is quiet and doesn't have to be fed, I'm the only one who feels all her kicks, nudges, and rolls, no pressure to have a flat belly while pregnant, I can still completely devote myself to DD1 which I do love, no need to be scared if I do go into labor since she is well baked, my nipples aren't cracked and boobs aren't painfully engorged, I'm sleeping 8 hours at night with only minor, few-minute pee break interruptions...