This morning, as every morning, I was stopped and asked "how much longer" and it shocked me to look down at my watch and realize that I technically only had a week left until her medical due date. ONE WEEK! Now I'm guessing she's going to be late - certainly not early - so I'm trying not to let the whole "ONE WEEK" statement freak me out.
I'm excited though, and despite the fact that I still don't have my bag packed entirely, I'm ready! The hospital is going to give me everything I really need anyhow...
I've been having a lot of dreams about going into labor recently. A few days back I had a dream where my water broke, it was exciting and I felt like I was finally able to do something about this whole process as the last nine months have just been preparation and waiting.
Last night I dreamt that I'd been forgotten in a hospital (meaning, I had an appointment and they left me waiting so long they eventually forgot about me) over night and began to dilate. I don't think I was actually in labor - but by the time I brought to their attention that I'd been waiting all night they checked me and said I was one centimeter dilated. I'm guessing the dream was brought on by all my recent trouble with the wait times at my appointments - and my frustration with feeling forgotten until the last minute.
I'm ready though. I can't say that enough. I'm so uncomfortable most the time and I'm sick of feeling like this and getting everyone's sympathetic looks and comments about how uncomfortable I look and feel. I just want to feel the baby glow again.