So... Haven't posted in a few days as I've been very (in)patiently waiting for my baby to arrive, and it really looked like last night was the night!
But here I am, still waiting for my little one.
Early afternoon yesterday I decided I was fed up waiting for a baby to put in my newly finished nursery, and woke Daddy Bear up for a bit of... (ahem) well, my theory being what got it in there must get it out, right? Then a romantic meal of pineapple and mango.
Well it seemed like it. I was getting nasty pains in my lower back on and off which never went and irregular tightenings in my stomach. So I got on my ball and I bounced. I bounced like it... well, like it would get this baby out. And it got painful. Then I had a sudden urge to tidy my house, and at eight pm I changed the sheets (stupidly spicy fajitas). Still getting pains in my back, so I had a bath and they disappeared. Dammit. So I watched TV, downhearted and got into bed, where they started up again. This baby is a tease!! I ignored them and got up for one last wee before sleep. On wiping, I noticed spotting. You've never seen anybody so excited about blood on toilet paper. I skipped into the living room, rolled my gym ball into my bedroom and rocked gently, practicing my breathing and listening to sooooooothing music. After two and a half hours of these pains, I was really tired and climbed into bed. I fell asleep. I woke up.
THE PAINS HAVE STOPPED!!!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
I am now sat with a face of thunder on my gym ball, waiting for Daddy Bear to wake up so I can try 'doing the deed' again. As awkward and uncomfortable as it is, and as much as he does NOT like doing it when I am this pregnant and has convinced himself he's going to break my waters of poke our child in the head.
Impatiently awaiting the arrival of Baby Bear
xxx
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