This pregnancy has been very different than my first two. I had more morning sickness, I started getting Braxton Hicks at 14 weeks, things started hurting and aching a lot faster and stronger and I am just done. I've been done being pregnant for about a month now, selfishly wishing that it would be fine if she were to come that early. Then my selfless mother self would come back and remind me that she still needs to bake a little longer.
Well, last week, things got even more interesting. I had some pretty convincing false labour which resulted in packing up the family in the middle of the night, arranging drop off with Grandma, waking up more people than necessary because my brain wasn't there, two hospital visits, 3 hours of sleep, two (.5 if you count Matt's ride he had to catch) rides into the city, a routine doctor's visit, on and off contractions, morphine and finally another 3 hours of peaceful sleep. During all of this, my family and Matt's family were all waiting expectantly for some kind of news - really, they just wanted news that the baby was here. :)
Since then, I have had an extra sleepover at my mom's place to make sure if I did go into honest-to-goodness labour, I would have a way into the hospital. We've also left our house twice for all day activities Saturday and Sunday which required us to pack a bag for the boys and bring my hospital bag *just in case* anything were to progress. It's been exhausting. The waiting game is in full swing when it shouldn't be. I've never had false labour so early and let me tell you, it's a frustrating thing. Now I'll have a contraction and think, "Is this it?" Being an hour away from the hospital doesn't help because we can't wait too long trying to figure out if it's real or not. And if it's not real, well, you just wasted hours of your life and inconvenienced many people. I've been struggling with being an inconvenience since Thursday but I'm trying to listen as people tell me it's fine, even expected that things are a little up in the air around the time of baby's appearance.
So, moral of the story is if you have false labour early, everyone around you - including and most especially you - will be on edge. I have a sister texting me to make sure I'm still pregnant, I have a brother who walked out of church meetings to take a phone call from me just in case it was news about the baby, and I have raging hormones so when people ask me how I'm doing, I just cry. Sorry Heidi. :) I wish I hadn't had contractions that night. I wish I wasn't already viewed as a time bomb. But alas, this is where we are. We are definitely more prepared because of the events of last week, so if she does come early when I'm home with no car, we're ready. :)
Baby girl, this is your invitation to come whenever. Just be committed next time. ;)
