I could be done with this whole pregnancy thing by now. Instead I'm still fat and grumpy, sleepless at odd hours and exhausted during the day, scratching myself like a flea-ridden stray.
I could have been induced yesterday. When the doctor offered the 20th, we declined and stuck with the 23rd. Even though there's probably no difference at all between 37 and a half weeks gestation and 38 weeks, we thought yesterday might be a smidge early. (Chump) Perhaps more importantly, Bump had already booked his mom's flight, and she won't arrive until this afternoon. (Chump)
So I'm not in labor yet. I've been occasionally getting this weird little shooting pain "down there," which I assume is my cervix dilating some more. It's kind of like getting kicked in the crotch every so often. I suppose the pain could just be fetal movement, in which case I am just getting head-butted in the crotch.
In other news, we're going out to brunch with Aunt Bob and family this morning. I fear Lumpyhead might be reaching that stage where it's not a good idea to take him to restaurants, so we'll see how it goes. We went out with Bump's extended family last weekend, and while Lumpyhead didn't actually scream enough to disturb every other diner in the place, he spent the entire brunch on the verge of meltdown. I can't say I had a great time. Then again, at this stage of pregnancy, I'm never having a great time.
The point is probably moot anyway, as I imagine we won't be doing much dining out once the new baby arrives. Which could have been yesterday. But wasn't. Because I'm a chump.
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Head-butted in the crotch? OUCH!
Hey, at least you're not a chimp. Sending un-itchy thoughts your way.
I'm now a very firm believer in kids' playspaces in every cafe and restaurant. There just aren't enough of those, and I refuse to resort to McDonalds.
He was a dream. Unlike the little guy (who wasn't bad, but just wasn't as wonderful as Lumpyhead.
I clearly remember being head butted from the inside. It sucks.
Just try to remember this discomfort in the coming weeks. That will make the sleep deprivation more pleasant.
There's a great song by the now defunct band Butterglory called "Chump or Champ." I am sure you have been more champ than chump and not at all chimp as mentioned by Becky.
By the time you read this, you might not be pregnant anymore. Then again, you might be. In any case, I hope everything goes smoothly and perfectly as you become not pregnant.
Cling to these days......because you won't get uncomfortable sleep again......for months.
Or any sleep, for that matter.
Thinking happy baby thoughts to you!
I've long suspected that both of my son's at one point were standing on my cervix just to see what I could do about it. Which was absolutely nothing!
I also remember when I was near the end of my pregnancy and running out of room (remember I am under 5' tall) my OB would say "open your mouth and I'm going to check if I can see the baby's feet."
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