....could I be going into labour?
Ok, so that one was a joke but it's not too far off the mark.
Honestly...this is the kind of moron I have become.
Since 36 weeks I have become obsessed. Obsessed with signs that I'm about to go into labour. Google is NOT my friend. According to Google, everything means you are about to go into labour. Diarrhea means labour is imminent, but so does constipation. Sleepiness means labour is surely round the corner...but wait....so does a sudden burst of energy.
It's not really my fault. I wasn't like this with my first. There were no 'signs' other than waking one day with an almighty contraction that lead to the birth of my son 27 hours later. No 2nd guessing that one.
This time I hit 36 weeks in good spirits. Telling myself that I only had 4 weeks to go. The very next day I lost my plug. Then I had irregular but bona fide contractions for 4 hours. THIS IS IT! I thought, panicking as I wasn't at 37 weeks yet. Just as I was about to phone my midwife, they stopped. Over the past 4 weeks, I have continued to lose plug and have continued to have contractions.
My midwife thinks it's hilarious. Part and parcel of bringing new life into this world. 'Isn't he a cheeky one' she titters. If she didn't have an Irish accent (I'm a sucker for a cheery Irish person) I might have throttled her by now. Her theory is that baby likes to engage, causing plug loss and contractions...then he 'changes his mind'. I was completely unaware that unborn infants were capable of such thoughts. My child certainly has a sick sense of humour. He gets that from his Grandmother (on his Dad's side).
Over the 4 weeks I still get too optimistic when I have plug loss and contractions. When I hit 37 weeks I went through a phase of trying to 'induce labour'. Aye right. All that did was turn me into a cumin tea drinking, ball bouncing, primrose oil swallowing sex pest for about 2 days before I realised that doesn't work.
I guess the point of my nonsensical ramblings (other than to give me something to do that doesn't involve punching my DH or pulling my own hair out) is to basically say (in a lighthearted way) that THEY WERE RIGHT. Baby comes when he's ready.
If you're approaching 36 weeks...do yourself a favour. Please don't obsess over signs of labour. You'll only end up like me. I haven't even reached my due date (it's tomorrow) but I already feel scunnered (Scottish word - it means P'd off) that my baby isn't here yet.
If it wasn't clear - this post was meant in an entirely humourous way.
Ok, so that one was a joke but it's not too far off the mark.
Honestly...this is the kind of moron I have become.
Since 36 weeks I have become obsessed. Obsessed with signs that I'm about to go into labour. Google is NOT my friend. According to Google, everything means you are about to go into labour. Diarrhea means labour is imminent, but so does constipation. Sleepiness means labour is surely round the corner...but wait....so does a sudden burst of energy.
It's not really my fault. I wasn't like this with my first. There were no 'signs' other than waking one day with an almighty contraction that lead to the birth of my son 27 hours later. No 2nd guessing that one.
This time I hit 36 weeks in good spirits. Telling myself that I only had 4 weeks to go. The very next day I lost my plug. Then I had irregular but bona fide contractions for 4 hours. THIS IS IT! I thought, panicking as I wasn't at 37 weeks yet. Just as I was about to phone my midwife, they stopped. Over the past 4 weeks, I have continued to lose plug and have continued to have contractions.
My midwife thinks it's hilarious. Part and parcel of bringing new life into this world. 'Isn't he a cheeky one' she titters. If she didn't have an Irish accent (I'm a sucker for a cheery Irish person) I might have throttled her by now. Her theory is that baby likes to engage, causing plug loss and contractions...then he 'changes his mind'. I was completely unaware that unborn infants were capable of such thoughts.
My child certainly has a sick sense of humour. He gets that from his Grandmother (on his Dad's side). Over the 4 weeks I still get too optimistic when I have plug loss and contractions. When I hit 37 weeks I went through a phase of trying to 'induce labour'. Aye right. All that did was turn me into a cumin tea drinking, ball bouncing, primrose oil swallowing sex pest for about 2 days before I realised that doesn't work.
I guess the point of my nonsensical ramblings (other than to give me something to do that doesn't involve punching my DH or pulling my own hair out) is to basically say (in a lighthearted way) that THEY WERE RIGHT. Baby comes when he's ready.
If you're approaching 36 weeks...do yourself a favour. Please don't obsess over signs of labour. You'll only end up like me. I haven't even reached my due date (it's tomorrow) but I already feel scunnered (Scottish word - it means P'd off) that my baby isn't here yet.
If it wasn't clear - this post was meant in an entirely humourous way.
I feel quite delirious. My husband is currently killing himself laughing at photos of goats ( I KID you not - haw haw) and I'm just lying here, glaring at him.
sweep booked for two days time, dreading it as I had two with my daughter (first child) and they HURT. But of everything... I just pray I go into labour naturally and get my water birth at the midwife centre. PLEASE BABY!!!
your post literally had me in tears laughing!! This is so me! Googling everything, willing every twinge to be something, every time the dog looks at me funny or cries at me i think he sensed something 
