My official due date is Friday, and already I’m shaking my fists at the heavens and wondering why God or fate or who/whatever is making me wait so long to meet this boy. My pregnancy has been ridiculously easy. I had no morning sickness, only slight nausea that lasted for a couple hours in the early days. I threw up just once. I grew in mostly all the right places, and little in the less desirable ones. Strangers couldn’t tell I was pregnant until I was well over six months along. Just last week, I wore a non-maternity sweater to Christmas Eve dinner. All in all, I’ve had it good. And yet. Now? My brain is acting like a petulant child, silently saying things like, ‘everybody else gets to have their baby a little early, why can’t I?’ Whine, whine whine.
I restlessly search the internet looking for the magic cure that will jump start this labor. Spicy food? I had sriracha-laden dishes for both lunch and dinner the other day. Sex? Well, since you asked, yes, even checked that now awkward task off the to-do list. A close friend summed it up perfectly: it ain’t pretty! Walking? I feel like I’ve done a fair amount, given the 20 degree temps here lately. But baby seems pretty comfy in his little home, even if I am not.
I went to the Mayo Clinic website, hoping those Midwestern experts would have some advice for me. I found the following:
You may be more likely to have an overdue pregnancy if:
- This is your first pregnancy
- Overdue pregnancy runs in your family
- Your baby is a boy
Three for three….this guy’s never coming out!
Tags: I'm going to be a mom?!
