I packed my bag, scrubbed the floors, stocked the freezer until there is no room left; I updated my birth plan, washed all the baby things, charged an extra battery for my cell phone, and answered a round of calls from people who are all waiting for the Big Event to take place.
I have re-read all the pregnancy, birth and breastfeeding literature I could get my hands on, visited dozens of natural midwifery blogs and websites, watched The Business of Being Born and What Babies Want; I'm nearly unable to concentrate on anything that doesn't have to do with labor, birth, and babies. I'm so restless I could hardly keep my mind in one piece while reading out a bedtime story to my daughter tonight.
I admit that every morning when I wake up, I look at the calendar and can't help but think, "another day and still no regular contractions in sight." Every twinge makes me get my hopes up that perhaps it's the real thing, but it isn't. I always knew that my "official" due date was a far-off shot from reality, but now I'm literally expecting things to start rolling every minute of the day, and I'm getting to the point (which, I know, has been shared by many expectant mamas) when it illogically feels I've been pregnant forever - and will be pregnant forever!
I know that in an environment that pushes women to induce once they're a day over their EDD, the only thing that can save my sanity is knowing it's highly unlikely my body has "forgotten" it should go into labor. Oh, and I have not had any examinations done to know whether things are "cooking". It won't help the baby be born sooner.
All that is left to do is pray, and I'm praying. I know the wait won't seem so long once I'm looking back at it from "the other side of the tunnel", but right now, it feels like an eternity.
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