So ever since I had my sonogram and was told I would most likely have this baby earlier on, I have been playing the waiting game. Every contraction I get, I like to think just maybe, that one time will be the contraction that sets me into labor.
But of course, that's just wishful thinking.
I am super anxious to meet her, but at the same time, I'm so tired of being pregnant. :0
Horrible I know :(
I will miss the kicks, and her weird elbows and knees kicking out of my tummy.
I will not miss the heartburn (which has returned with a vengeance), discomfort, insomnia, fatigue and nausea. I'm 36 weeks tomorrow, 9 months. And already, I have been doing the good old wives' tales for this baby to come as I was once told; sooner.
I bought a red raspberry leaf tea which I try to drink daily to tone my uterus. I have my husband massaging me every now and again as I've been told acupressure helps. I eat my spicy foods and try to walk as much as I can.
I'm starting to believe she will come on her due date.
But fingers crossed !!!!
And in the meantime, here I am, sitting in bed with two capri suns and a fruit cups to keep her little big ol' tummy satisfied as she dances away in my tummy.