Being past my due date is one thing. Being past my due date while sitting at home all by myself is totally different. If I were still at work at least I'd be distracted by obnoxious middle schoolers and other crap. Here I'm sitting at home... waiting... wishing something would happen... getting countless texts and phonecalls (from people who would clearly know if the baby was here by now). I'm just bored and lonely. I love the dogs but they're not very exciting companions right now.
So... here's a picture for you. We took this on Sunday I think so that's 40w2d
Up until today I haven't been uncomfortable at all. Today I've got a LOT of pressure (I've had pressure but this is way more than before) but still nothing eventful on the contraction front.
My next appointment isn't until Friday. I really don't want to but I'm going to talk about induction. My dad has a plane ticket for Thanksgiving day (a week from tomorrow!!) and I don't want to be pregnant nor do I want to be in the hospital when he comes down for that. Mom was planning on driving down whenever I went into labor and has been waiting for that phonecall but sadly hasn't gotten it yet!
So... Happy Wednesday?
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