Stories of life in the suburbs with Husband and our daughter Squishy and son Button!

Monday, June 4, 2012

So Ready to be Done...

It's not that I'm asking for labor.

Labor sucks. It's long, drawn out, and incredibly painful. Haven't I been through enough the past 39 weeks?

But even in an easy pregnancy like this one has been, the end is not comfortable. I'm huge. I'm puffy. My hips are killing me. I pee every few hours. And the worst part is that the end is in sight. The best part? The end is in sight. It could literally happen at any moment, and I want it to happen at some moments and not happen at other moments. Do I have any control over when labor starts? Absolutely not.

So, it's not that I'm asking for labor. I'm asking to be done being pregnant. It's just that in order to be done being pregnant, I have to go through labor. It's the inevitable next step. The only next step.

It's a strange state of mind.

Another part of it is that Squishy was born a few days before her due date. Everyone says that second babies come early. If I go even one day past 39 weeks and 4 days I'm going to have some kind of tiny mental breakdown. That's only four days from now, by the way. I'm full term. Button is fully cooked. I'm twiddling my thumbs, waiting for him to come out.

This is the customary end of pregnancy rant. I have to focus on the fact that I get a brand new tiny at the end of all this and he's going to be just wonderful. It's hard to focus on that. I have to pee again.