I'm more than a little tired of being told that my body knows, when the baby's ready, blah blah blah. It's so easy to spout these things when you aren't carrying a giant sack of potatoes on the front of your body. I KNOW that it's better for him to stay in there for as long as he wants. I KNOW THIS. But that does not stop me from googling "how to get the baby to come" and "natural ways to induce labor" 5 times a day at work. The truth is, I want this baby out - now. Possibly that makes me a bad mother already...I guess the only redeeming quality I have is that I haven't actuall followed through with any of the steps to get him out. Why am I constantly learning a lesson in patience?! I feel like I'm fairly patient when compared to the average person. I don't seethe during traffic...usually. I don't snap at people who click their pen non-stop, but I guess that's mostly because glaring at them is just as effective. Maybe I deserve this lesson in patience after all.
The problem is, I know it's better for this baby to come down so he can exit naturally. I feel anxious that this needs to happen soon in order to avoid a c-section. But the truth is, so says my very experienced aunt who happens to be a labor & delivery nurse & a lamaze teacher, that it'll likely happen in the next few weeks on its own. My new mantra is "everyone's _________ is different." Insert: labor, body, baby, last few weeks, etc.
The bottom line is: this baby will come out one way or another. Likely sometime between now and the next 33 days (I added a week bc first time babies are notoriously late). After all, even though I'm anxiously awaiting this sweet one's arrival, I could do with a few more nights sleep, dinners out, lazy Sundays on the couch.
Let's make a deal baby. I won't rush you out, if you'll agree to not come on my birthday. :)
Because I know you want it...
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