One week or one day, depending on what mood my doctor is in at the moment. Either way, it sucks. She has no idea which and that makes me just as angry as being overdue at all. If I weren't so dang close, I'd switch doctors. Don't get me wrong, I like the woman. But you can't tell a nine million month pregnant woman that you might have been wrong and her real due date might be the 20th of September, instead of the 15th of September. It's just wrong. Might is not a word pregnant woman should need to hear. Either way, I'm overdue. Way overdue in my head. Even if the 20th is my real due date, which I seriously doubt, I'm still now overdue. She won't discuss induction until Friday and then she still isn't fond of it. Well you know what, I'm not fond of Lettuce, but I still eat it.
I have had this reoccurring dream the past few nights. The baby is born and then he gets up and walks around and talks, like a toddler. The farther along I get, the more I fear this happening.
I wonder if all the newborn clothes I bought, will even get worn. I wonder if there is something wrong with him, that makes him not freaking know how to be born. I wonder what is wrong with me that I'm a big wussy this time around, when the last two times were a cinch.
The contractions are killer. I've had them off and on for weeks now, which just makes me want to cry. Only on the 11th did I have enough at once that I thought, ok it's time. Then they went away.
My back hurts all the time, I can't move without hurting, I can't sleep without hurting. I get leg crams and foot cramps and last night I even had a toe cramp. I've got heartburn, sinus pain, acid stomach and nauseousness....which never really went away. I'm not even hungry anymore, he's just taken up too much room. The walking, which the doctor recommended, I've been doing tons of that and it just isn't working. I've tried everything that has been recommended to me by everyone (save for the castor oil, am not sure I'm willing to go there) and nothing works. Hell, I've even tried sex....multiple times we've tried (notice the word tried. Sex at this point, not so fun for either of us.) and it's done nothing. Nothing except make me more uncomfortable.
So here I sit, still pregnant. Aren't you glad you stopped by?
Monday, September 22, 2008
Overdue
Posted by Issa at 12:53 PM
Labels: All about me, WTF
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Oh, hun - hang in there! I promise, you won't be pregnant forever!
Here's hoping that you're in labor RIGHT NOW!
Oh, ((hugs))!
I've been overdue. It sucks.
But in the end it will all be worth it.
Say it with me: "Baby Boy is worth it!"
Actually, I am, because misery loves company. And I'm not even due till next week!
Come on, little baby, come on!
{hugs} Let me rescind my guess and change it to Tuesday morning. EARLY Tuesday morning.
Oops! That was me on that last anonymous comment. (Forgot to add my name/URL...that's what commenting at 3:30 am will do for ya!)
good lord woman. i keep thinking every night i'll get a text saying it's happening. and then i'm wrong.
I've heard boys are like that. I'm sorry, keep slapping him in his little upturned butt and say "Get out, out I say!"
Maybe it'll work?
Hey, just getting around to checking in. Hope you pop soon. I know EXACTLY how you feel. xoxoxo
I am totally glad I stopped by. But not so glad you're still going through it. I hope he moves on out soon. Those doctors that can't just help things along just annoy. Come on, Dr. Mean. You try walking around with a toddler in your tummy and see how you like it!
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