Well, bub is due not this Saturday but the next! Let’s hope he comes on time and doesn’t keep us waiting. I think it’s hilarious that during the second trimester, I’d “forget I was pregnant”. Now, I could have amnesia and still couldn’t possibly forget it. Daniel keeps asking me if I’m getting “fake contractions” or Braxton Hicks. I actually have no idea. My abdomen gets rock hard and achy, so I guess so? All I know is that I’ve spent the last 2-3 days thinking I desperately have to poop every other hour when I really don’t. To be honest, the most significant Symptom of the Now is the ridiculously unpleasant stabbing pains in the vagina (sorry, but I’m the queen of too-much-information). They make me cry out, double over and clutch at my privates lest he falls straight out.
Of course, with all this going on, people are constantly looking at me, very concerned (or in mum’s case – very excited) asking if I’m in labour. Yes, I’m in pain, yes it sucks, but no I’m not in labour and despite being in pain, if labour was 10x as bad as this I’d be happy.
I’m really nervous now. Not out of fear of birth or anything, but because I just really love things how they are right now. Daniel is just perfect and I’m just blown away by how much I love him. Admittedly being a horribly selfish person, I rarely wholeheartedly want someone to be happy even at the expense of my own happiness. Sounds great, doesn’t it? “Hey, I know I’m in love with you because I actually give a rat’s ass about you!”
But I’d honestly do anything for him and that hasn’t been something I could honestly say about anyone (excluding my parents) before. But yes, soon two will become three; the dynamics of the relationship will surely change and that’s what I’m nervous about. I tend to overexaggerate these things in my head though. That way I’m more likely to be pleasantly surprised rather than getting a nasty shock by underestimating it all.
