Pink Elephant
It dawned on me that I haven't posted in a few days, and so my silence may have inadvertently given you the impression that I had my baby. But I didn't. He's still in there. I'm in the homestretch now, at 39ish weeks. Someone told me not to think about it, and then the labor will come.
That has got to be one of the dumbest things I've ever heard.
The translation to telling a pregnant woman at 39 of 40 weeks of pregnancy to "not think about labor," is the equivalent of saying:
"So your feet swell for half the day, your shoes don't fit you anymore (apart from a pair of run-down sandals you've had since your first year of college in 2001), you can't bend down to touch your feet, your knees crack and ache like an arthritic elderly person, it takes multiple tries to get up from lying down and sometimes even from getting out of a seated position, you have to evacuate your bladder every half-hour, you haven't slept through the night in at least eight and a half months (foreshadowing...), and you're carrying approximately eight pounds of baby in your belly and must endure the pain of it squishing your bladder and digging into your pubic bone with each and every step that you take. But hey! DON'T THINK ABOUT IT!"
Seriously. And the person who told me? She's a mother. So I can't even write her off as just being ig'nant.
I have another doctor's appointment in less than an hour. I'm hoping it goes something like, "Hey, you're dilated to [however much required for her to say...]! Go next door to the hospital and let's get this baby outta you!" Probably won't be so lucky, but we shall see.
That has got to be one of the dumbest things I've ever heard.
The translation to telling a pregnant woman at 39 of 40 weeks of pregnancy to "not think about labor," is the equivalent of saying:
"So your feet swell for half the day, your shoes don't fit you anymore (apart from a pair of run-down sandals you've had since your first year of college in 2001), you can't bend down to touch your feet, your knees crack and ache like an arthritic elderly person, it takes multiple tries to get up from lying down and sometimes even from getting out of a seated position, you have to evacuate your bladder every half-hour, you haven't slept through the night in at least eight and a half months (foreshadowing...), and you're carrying approximately eight pounds of baby in your belly and must endure the pain of it squishing your bladder and digging into your pubic bone with each and every step that you take. But hey! DON'T THINK ABOUT IT!"
Seriously. And the person who told me? She's a mother. So I can't even write her off as just being ig'nant.
I have another doctor's appointment in less than an hour. I'm hoping it goes something like, "Hey, you're dilated to [however much required for her to say...]! Go next door to the hospital and let's get this baby outta you!" Probably won't be so lucky, but we shall see.