Every five minutes I look down at my belly and yell, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME??!?" - Okay maybe I don't actually yell, or maybe I do.
When I was pregnant with Lily I had absolutely no "early labor" signs. I was also working full time and trying my damnedest to work right up until my due date. Lily was born at 40w6d, only after I was induced for low fluid the day before. In other words, she wasn't going anywhere on her own. This time around I have been having these phantom labor signs for 10 days. On three separate occasions in the last 5 days I have had contractions 10 minutes a part for an hour, only to have them stop completely. Of course two of those occasions were in the middle of the night. Anyone care to guess how much Lily cares that mommy didn't sleep the night before? Ha. Point being, it is starting to mess with my head.
I like being pregnant and if I didn't feel like I was on a slow death march to my scheduled c-section I would happily carry the baby well into next week. But I do have a deadline and I am starting to feel like I am running out of time. Adding to the caged feeling, every tree in my neighborhood is
I am so bored, so very bored. I told Matt today that if I refresh my facebook feed one more time today... they are going to revoke my account. The house is clean. The laundry is washed, folded and put away. The grocery shopping is done. The bags are packed. WHAT IS THIS KID WAITING FOR?!?
My sister gets in tonight, here's hoping!!