Tuesday, May 7, 2013

I am ready

For the past two days the chorus of the song "Colorblind" by Counting Crows has been circling my head. I am ready, I am ready, I am ready I am...fine.

I am ready.

The baby capsule has been fitted in the car. The bassinette is set up next to our bed. The change table is stocked. The freezer is full of meals I have cooked. My hospital bag is packed. I am, at 37 weeks, considered to be full term. The baby is in position. I am ready.

Now all I can do is wait.

I love being pregnant and carrying our baby, but I won't deny that I am at the stage of feeling 'over it'. The little one I am carrying has less and less room each day and his kicks and punches are starting to feel quite painful as a result. He also seems to have the hiccups a lot...which is both endearing and frustrating at 2am when it keeps me awake. Last night found me doing laps of the lounge room at 3am, jiggling, in order to try and stop the hiccups and get him off my ribs.

I am feeling grumpy today, and have even Googled "Is being grumpy a sign of early labour?" Ha. I know better than to rely on Dr Google but it's hard to resist. I just feel moody and cross. I did manage to get into the kitchen and produce some pretty yummy Anzac biscuits though, so that's something. But there was also a mini tantrum because I couldn't get my feet out of my jeans as I couldn't bend down, and then my socks got stuck in my jeans and came off, and the thought of having to bend down to put my socks back on again was just too much...oh dear. At times like this, all I can do is be grateful that Rob is very patient. 

I can't wait to meet our baby and hold him in my arms. Labour doesn't frighten me at this point. I know it will be hard...the hardest thing I have ever done, but I feel that I can do it. Scratch that, I know I can do it. I had a whinge to Mum on the phone tonight about feeling over it, and feeling bad for feeling over it, and she replied with some Mum-wisdom: "Of course you feel that way. You don't get pregnant to be pregnant. You get pregnant to have a baby, and it's a long time to wait." True. 

Anyway, right now I am sandwiched between two purring cats, which has an undeniably therapeutic effect, and am amused by my little one jigging to the music I am playing on my laptop. Much more amusing at 10pm as opposed to 3am. So far I have discovered that he really likes Goyte. Adele, not so much. 

Oh, and apparently feeling grumpy can be a sign of early labour- for some women. But it can also be a sign that you were, you know, pacing the lounge room until 3am and it's difficult to put your socks on. 

1 comment:

  1. Haha love this post, especially the grumpy part! I hope you don't have to wait too long, but we simply must have lunch first!!!!