It’s now one week past my due date and I’m still here waiting for our baby to arrive. To say I am getting impatient would be understating things but with the impending house move (tomorrow is packing day, Friday we move) we have more than enough on our plate to keep us distracted.
Over the last two days, my physical discomfort has become much more pronounced and it hurts to pretty much do anything. If I stay on my feet too long, it hurts. If I sit or lie for too long, it hurts. My nasty cold sores from last week were cleared up by a course of anti-viral medicine which finished yesterday but already I fear I have the tingly feeling returning which mean I might have another bout about to attack. My body just can’t fight while Baby Girl is still inside.
Tomorrow, I have an appointment at the hospital with the consultant and he will book me in to be induced next week which whilst necessary if I haven’t had the baby by then, is still not my preferred option since I have yet to hear about a ‘good’ labour following inducement. I know that no labour is ‘good’ but at least a natural start gives you the best chance of avoiding too much intervention.
So this will be either my last or my penultimate week by week post. I feel like I have been pregnant forever but at the same time, it has gone by in the blink of an eye. I am trying to stay calm to keep my andrenaline levels down but who am I kidding? I am so freaking excited about becoming a mama and meeting our baby girl, it’s not even funny.
So here we are - Due Date has arrived. It’s been a rather tumultuous week to say the least. Our house move is currently teetering on the brink of collapse and waiting by the phone for the solicitor’s news is pretty excruciating. I know logically that the most important thing is our baby and the house comes second but it’s very hard to stay calm.
The stress brought on a cold sore on Sunday - the first I have had in two years - and that sent me into a mini-meltdown as I was desperate for Baby Girl to wait until it had healed. Cold sores are dangerous for babies and it would have meant I won’t be able to kiss her if she is born while I still have it. Thankfully, it well on the way to being healed so hopefully by the time she arrives, it should not be problem. I can’t see her arriving today despite having some Braxton Hicks contractions throughout the last week or so. In fact, I can’t imagine going into labour at all.
Generally, I have been well though although sleep is a problem - I can’t fall asleep at the moment due to my discomfort (as a lady in a shoe shop pointed out to me, I’m ‘massive’) but I am sure it is also the worry about the house and the baby’s arrival. I have also had some pulsating tinnitus which is a bit distracting - a whooshing heartbeat in my left ear which comes and goes.
It’s a shame that this post is so downbeat - I truly am so excited to meet our little girl and I know that in the long-term, none of this house nonsense will matter. If we can’t move, then we still have a lovely home and whilst we will have lost money, we are lucky enough that it won’t ruin us. Looking on the bright side is just a bit tricky when you are tired, uncomfortable, hormonal, emotional and home alone with nothing but property programmes on TV!