Man, this gets old real fast.
Blah, blah, blah – still pregnant. Whine, whine, whine – no sleep. Cry, cry, cry – false labor.
There, that’s about how my weekend went.
A friend of mine described it perfectly, actually. It’s not really being pregnant or uncomfortable that is nearly unbearable at this point. Beside the fact that I’d really like to not have to go into work any more, and the only reason NOT to go is if I’m in labor – I really just want to see him. The urge to hold him, to look at him, to smell/touch/kiss him is so strong, it’s hard to think about anything else.
I know there are so many ‘hang in there’s’ and ‘he’ll be here soon’s!’ out there. They are comforting, and reassuring, and none-the-less do not get him here any sooner.
A passing acquaintance of mine (a friend of a friend) was due 3 weeks after me. She had her baby last night. I don’t think I’ve ever been so jealous in my whole life.
In order to spare the world of these, I’m not going to update again unless it’s to say that I’m actually in labor, or that the baby is here. Please keep fingers crossed for us, and hope that it’s sooner than later. My sanity is at stake! (Also, I think Brock might go insane if he has to put up with me much longer. He is the king of “I know, sweetheart. I know.”)