The waiting game

I am only three days overdue. It feels like weeks. More because of what the three days has entailed. After a night of fake contractions, I felt just a little bit of movement from our girl. So, as the midwives here always say, better safe than sorry and I got checked out. The baby was fine. The next day at my regular check up I talked about some fluid leaking. The thing is, and they don’t always talk about this in pregnancy conversations, you produce lots more of your own fluids near the end of pregnancy. Top that off with occasional “baby-on-the-bladder” incontinence, and you have the potential to have a moist crotch for most of the day. That or all the fluids could be a slow leak in your amniotic fluid. Which is what was suspected of me. Which is why I spent the last two days in the hospital going through some pretty seriously invasive exams. Now I am back home and those three days feel like years and I am wondering when this little girl is going to arrive. She is getting much bigger now… just over 9 pounds.

My energy is so low. I nap for hours during the day and feel like everything is an effort. I know these are signs that the time is near. I feel nauseous, my hips ache, my hands and feet are swollen to the point where they are getting hard to move. All these are anatomical gifts from the universe to make it so I want the pain of childbirth, just to get it over with. I appreciate them. I have been waiting for them. They are working.