Complainy McPlainerson
Little girl’s clothes and blankets are washed and folded. J. brought the swing in from the shed and it’s cleaned. Car seat’s installed. Steady contractions last night that HURT. E.’s birth was entirely drug-free and the contractions last night weren’t in the realm of that kind of pain, but if those contractions were a 10, last night was a good 4. And then considering that just a few days ago, they were at a 1. Progress? Probably not. But at least I’m ready.
Today, my legs hurt. I’m tired. I’m cranky. I’m back to lightly contracting. I’m packing our hospital bag (which isn’t much, because after going through this a few times now, I know you don’t need everything they say you do.) I was supposed to have a midwife appointment today, but they couldn’t fit me in. Apparently, it’s a good thing I made my next 3 appointments in advance. Tomorrow, I am officially full-term.
When it actually is time, I hope my water breaks. Because with the way this is going, I’m not going to know until it’s too late and I end up with an unplanned homebirth.
KID THINGS 