The things we do...
So apparently there's this whole other stage to labor and delivery that I didn't know about until recently. It's called "prelabor" this is the time period leading up to the big event where there are all kinds of fun symptoms and pains that you will endure for a time period that could be a couple of hours to a couple of weeks. But basically once you start experiencing these symptoms...labor is definitely going to happen soon.
I will not go into too much detail about these symptoms because I have a feeling that it will just be TMI, and therefore cringe worthy to anyone reading this. But lets just say, I have never felt more weird in my life. Some of these symptoms are simple flu-like symptoms or belly ache stuff...but I can't even believe that I made it in to work this morning. When I woke up this morning all I wanted to do was call my office and tell them that I wasn't coming in today. But I was torn about whether or not I wanted to call out so I could lay on the bathroom floor all day (because I feel really sick and queasy) or because I wanted to clean our whole apartment. The apartment is disgusting. Not in a dishes in the sink, dirt on the floor kind of way. There is just STUFF EVERYWHERE and this morning while I was getting ready for work I litereally had to pinch myself to keep from cleaning. I'm sitting here at my desk thinking of the piles of clothes that are clean, but not put away. And the pile of shoes that I just haven't found a spot for. And the 100 dollar gift certificate (plus the 10% off coupon) that will pay for the baby monitor and maybe even the sling I wanted and definitely some more storage options.
To be clear apparently I have started to "nest."
And on the physical side of my life...the baby has started to do his thing called "lightening." Meaning...he is moving into the position he needs to be in to GTFO. Which is great and all....i'm happy for the little man. But every time he moves, or I move...it feels like his head is scraping against my pelvic bones and it agonizing...I actually had to ask the conductor on the train to help me up out of my seat this morning because I couldn't stand tighening my stomache muscles to stand. Plus he's right on top of my bladder...so I'm practically tied to my desk where I can sit, and remain within running distance of a bathroom.
Even as I sit here typing this entry I can feel the onset of the 7th or 8th contraction of the day...which instead of being their normal slightly uncomfortable annoyances, feel like full blown lead band around the belly, he-he-hoo, deals.
And what really sucks about all these things (and the things that have gone unmentioned) is that they are not real labor. Until the proverbial water breaks, or some other absolute sign rears its ugly head...there is nothing to be done about it except practice the breathing techniques I learned in baby class this weekend and pray for a miracle.
God...I don't like to ask for much..especially because our relationship has been pretty rocky over the short span of my life. But recently you seem to have been listening. You helped me keep him in to the point where he'd be fine in the real world. You cut me and Chris a (small, but very needed) break with money this month...it may not have solved any problems...but at least we were able to go grocery shopping for the first time in three weeks. So I'm getting the impression that you're hearing me through the din of the begging masses...
Help. I think it's time for this pregnancy to shit or get off the pot. I will NOT be able to take this for two - five more weeks. The pain is reaching an unbearble level (without some serious drugs that i can't get over the counter), and though I know I'm not ready for actual labor...no one ever really is. So help this little boy to figure out what he wants. Either make this stop until its truly time...or get this kid out of me at some point in the very near future...today would even be good. Break my water, start the real deal contractions...something...anything...cause I can't do this anymore.
Everyone always says that "God" never gives you any more than you can handle. Being the creator you know how much I can take...and we are swiftly approaching the "I can't take anymore" mark.
One more strong contraction and I'm calling the doctor's office and asking to be checked out, or knocked out...preferably the second one. Do you have any idea how embarrasing it is to be leaned over the counter in the ladies room in tears trying not to rip the pipes out of the walls? If this is such a miraculous thing...why does it have to hurt? Why can't it tickle? Why does every blissful thing in mine and everyone else's lives have to come at such a price.
If anyone is reading this...say a pray that this baby gets out soon. Excuse me while I go running to the ladies' room for the second time while trying to type this...I think i'm gonna be sick.
I was so not prepared for this stage in my life...God help me..I miss college (beer and studying..I never knew how easy I had it).
Help me out Marley...
Three Little Birds lyrics
"Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!"
Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', ("This is my message to you-ou-ou:")
Singin': "Don't worry 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
Singin': "Don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!"
Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou:"
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh!
Every little thing gonna be all right. Don't worry!"
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing" - I won't worry!
"'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right" - I won't worry!
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, oh no!
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!