I am embarrassed, really.
A couple weeks ago my fetus "dropped" or "lightened" and during the past three days I have felt a staunch grinding (that last sometimes for two hours!) on my cervix as my sweet fetus paws, clamors, and breakdances with his head on my poor, sore opening. I wrote this blog because I honestly felt like I am going to go into labor AT ANY SECOND!
(My due date is kind of unknown. I am anywhere between 35-40 weeks, probably 37. Maybe 35. Probably 35. Or, maybe probably 40. Or, like, totally nowhere.)
Last night I was honestly preparing myself for some water-breaking, some mucus plug party, some contractions, some SOMETHING. But it never happened. I called my midwife today to tell her the exceptional news and turns out....
Just right. No big deal. Wa-wa-wa.
Feeling bummed because I had this great premonition that Little O is coming any day now and probably, I could wait for as long as 4 more weeks. My mother says "yes, but just think about how quickly the pregnancy has already gone by." I said, "Since I was 5 weeks I was ready to give birth. This pregnancy has been the absolute longest project of my life. Each day has felt like 50 years and 3 days, 2 hours, 46 minutes, and 32 seconds."
Anyone else experiencing these delicious sensations?