So I've been thinking lately about things I am looking forward to experiencing once the baby comes. This will probably sound strongly like complaining, and perhaps it is, although I'm not completely sure about that. I'm not unhappy with my pregnancy, I guess I'm just trying to figure out how things will change after labour and delivery.
For instance, the swelling. Does it go away right away, or gradually? And if gradually, how gradually? Like, a month? Because it'll be great to be able to wear socks again without cutting off circulation to my feet. And I'm beyond excited to wear my wedding rings again. I feel so bare without them, even if it's been 3 months since I've been able to slip the band off my finger.
I'm also curious about how sleep will change. I'm really glad everything changes and becomes harder slowly rather than all at once, otherwise I might have been a whining mess for the last 8 months. As it is, however, I only really just laugh at myself when I notice how difficult it is to roll over in bed, and how I get a Braxton Hicks contraction every time I attempt it lately. I wonder if once I'm not pregnant, I'll still need to sleep with the blankets between my knees, and if I'll still get up in the middle of the night to go pee out of habit. Probably not, because I'll be getting up for the baby, which is a new habit to adjust to. Hmm.
I wonder how many pairs of shoes won't fit anymore, and how my old clothes will look on me (and how long it'll take for them to fit at all!) I also wonder if my ribcage will go back to normal, or if it will stay inflated. Apparently that happens to some people, or the ribs will stay out on the side where the baby was pushing and kicking more.
Also, the iron deficiency thing. How long until that goes away? It's kindof annoying for feeling out of breath, and I hope it doesn't affect working out too much, because I want to be able to use my treadmill again.
Ohhh, and my stuffy nose. It waited a long time to get all pregnancy stuffed, for which I'm grateful, but I really want it to go away. It makes sleep very difficult, especially when I wake up gasping for breath because I normally sleep with my mouth shut. AND the most appalling thing happened last night. Apparently I had been snoring. Snoring. Ugh. I hate that! And apparently I've been doing it quietly for a couple months now, but lately my nose has been SO stuffed that the snoring has been worse. Last night it was so bad that Matthew had to go to the other bedroom just so that he could fall asleep! I was so upset I could have cried, I hate when he's not there when I roll over.
So there. I wonder how quickly all of these things will change once the baby comes. Will my body bounce back quickly, take its time, or not change at all? Just curious.
Also, I've been going crazy these last few days hoping, waiting and expecting the baby to come, albeit a week and a half early. I had an idea this morning though, and I just know it'll sound ridiculous. See, when I was in elementary school we had to have sex-ed classes. Well, the day after the first week of them in grade 5, my friend got her period for the first time. I was convinced it was psychological. And then the exact same thing happened to me in grade 8 (sorry if that's TMI for any boys reading.) So what if I were to do lots and lots of reading today about labour and delivery? Maybe I could trigger something psychologically!
Then I had another idea. See, I want to bring this old glider to my sister who lives 2 hours away, but my cut-off point to drive that far away was January 1st because any later time is just too close to my due date. What if I went into labour and I was 2 hours from home? It'd be dreadful, wouldn't it? So I sit around at home and avoid anything risky. And still I don't go into labour. All these days pass where it'd have been fine to go see my sister for the day.
Or would it???
I think I should just go and then my body will go into labour to spite me, but really it's what I want, so I win in the end. Because I'm convinced that I can handle a couple very uncomfortable hours in the car traveling home if I'm in labour, and then I'd get here and all would be well. And if I DON'T go into labour visiting my sister, well, at least she gets the glider.
So these are my brilliant ideas for inducing labour. Brilliant, aren't they? Hahaha, it's okay, you don't have to commend me for my superior logic which I am quite sure is non-existent at this point. But seriously, have you got any better ideas? Or ideas for things to just kill time? Because I'm going a little crazy here.
Okay, so not just a little crazy. It's dreadful! I think the hardest pregnancy thing I've experienced is the emotional roller-coaster of having my hormones out of whack and having too much time to think about being pregnant (and please forgive me if I've already said that before.) See, I'm feeling cooped up and bored, but I'm also feeling extremely anti-social. I don't feel like calling people and going many places and doing things. Phone calls are hard to make and return, and I felt like I was going to explode as I walked through the chapel yesterday at church, because I felt like everyone was looking at me. I even deliberately wore my least pregnant-looking pregnancy outfit to avoid drawing attention to my belly, which is getting so big (to me) that it's distracting.
And I'm probably getting boring to talk to and read about because my thoughts are constantly consumed with the baby. AHHH I'm going nuts I think!
I had better finish this up and find something non-baby to do to maintain my sanity for the morning, until Matt gets home for lunch.
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