Dear baby girl,
Well, it’s happening. My plans are already beginning to be changed by the demands of you. Although, I guess Braxton Hicks are more the fault of my uterus than you, but still, I was meant to go out for brunch this morning and instead I’m sitting at home, beset by what feels like bad period pain. It’s truly awful. I was up most of the night, tossing and turning, moving onto all fours, anything to relieve the pain. Your lovely Daddy got up and made me a hot water bottle, which seemed to calm things down for a bit. He’s still in bed right now, trying to catch up on lost sleep. Add to the mix the fact that I had nightmares last night, and you can just imagine how much sleep Dad had.
How it all began: Peeing on a stick
I think it may have all occurred because I pushed myself too hard yesterday. It’s funny, before pregnancy I could spend a day rushing around, doing things, without feeling any different. Even through most of the pregnancy. But it appears these last few weeks my body really is sending me a message to slow down – easier said than done when you have gestational diabetes and have been told to exercise every day. Oh well, today I’m going to favour high blood sugar levels over exercise. I have a cold and my back and stomach are contracting all the time. The whole thing makes me quite nervous about the real deal. If it hurts this much when it’s not labour, what is labour going to be like?
I haven’t allowed myself to think too much about giving birth. I figure dwelling on it isn’t going to help at all. I’m sure I’ll learn a few techniques when I go to the antenatal classes over the next few weeks. But, at the end of the day, it’s going to be hard, that’s all there is to it. No amount of reading books is going to change that. So, I’m not letting myself think about it too much. I have a tendency to over-analyse things, and if I go into it too much I’ll work myself up into a state if all doesn’t go to plan. So, the plan is to not have a plan, much to my midwife’s disappointment!
So, what did I do yesterday to make myself so tired? It was all about you, little miss. Gran and Pa brought the cot over, and your Dad and I started to set up your room. The house is currently full of wet, tiny clothes hanging over chairs and clothes racks, so everything is nice and clean for your arrival. Your Dad and I also went shopping for some hospital, breast-feeding friendly pyjamas for me, and ended up coming home with swathes of clothing for you, little miss. One item being a very cute purple dress with a Peter Pan collar that I think I’ll dress you in all the time, it being your only newborn dress.
Your Dad keeps saying he’s ready for you now. I think I might be too. That said, I would like a few more weeks at work, and some time to myself before you arrive. I need time to get my hair done, little miss, just allow me that. I don’t want to have hospital photos of me with long regrowth, chipped toenail polish and bad skin. I just need one day to prepare – and to pamper myself! Then, feel free to arrive a little early. We can’t wait to meet you.
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