Who would have thought that I would be sitting here finally, full term. I thought it would never come. The feelings are positive at this stage. I have almost completed packing the hospital bag and we are setting up the nursery this weekend. I am doing things that make me happy, things that some might think are strange but never the less, they make me happy.
Being a clean and organised freak when not pregnant, you can imagine what the ‘Nesting’ instinct has done to me. I have become a cleaning monster. My home must be at an acceptable ‘cleanliness’ state (just in case baby arrives this weekend), I need to be able to see my reflection when looking at my car, the whole family has had to have their hairs newly cut, upcoming wedding and birthday gifts have been bought and wrapped and to the extreme, I have some Christmas presents organised as well. What a freak! Who is this crazy women?
Being full term has also attracted annoying comments like:
“Have you had the baby yet?” - No, but I’ll tell you when I have
“Are you still pregnant?” - Obviously because I still look like a whale
“Any day now, oooh, any day now” - like I didn’t know that
“Have you got any news?” - No, otherwise I would have told you by now
“I thought you would have had the baby by now!” - I thought you’d have better manners by now!
I’m sure most pregnant women get these comments, but they are just more irritating when I am hormonally charged, tired and waddling.
Being full term also has meant that I can sigh with relief knowing that my baby is fully developed inside and has an excellent chance if survival if born today. But there is that tiny spot of doubt inside of me that still worries about the labour and how the baby will pull through. Do all pregnant women have these worries or is it just me?
Then there is my husband who tells me that he goes to work everyday wondering if he will get that important phone call from me telling him to come home NOW because I am in labour. He checks his phone all day for my missed calls and wonders if he’ll make it home on time if I was in labour. I am sure that I will not be so lucky as to have such a quick labour, so quick that he wouldn’t make it home within an hour of my phone call.
Ah, the fun of it all and soon, it will be all over and I’ll be challenged with other things like engorged breasts, sleepless days and nights, fatigue (well, I’m used to that one) and feeding issues.
