If you’ve been following along, I am in my 9th month of pregnancy, and now I’m just ready for the baby to come. I want to be able to wear more of my shirts and pants, I can’t wait to stop running to the bathroom every 30 seconds, and I guess it’ll be nice to hold the baby too.
I’m actually really excited to meet my baby. I can’t wait to teach him things and feed him and read to him.
I’m barely 37 weeks pregnant, but I’m a rather small female, and this baby is a big boy. His daddy is over a foot taller than me and has a hundred pounds on me. Everyone I talk to is saying that I’m ready to pop any day now, and I’m not going to make it to my due date. On that note, I really thought today was going to be the day. I woke up at 1:30 a.m. with some pretty intense cramping, and I would either have cramps or back tenseness every 30 minutes for several hours. But then, alas, everything stopped around 5:30. I’m glad I didn’t wake up my husband.
As sad as it was to have the contractions stop, at least I know that we’re heading rapidly in the direction of birth. I guess I should pay more attention to that silver lining.
False labor is such a tease. This is like Christmas, and my present’s inside me, but I just have to wait until it’s ready to come out (I don’t want to be induced at all).
I’ll be updating more when there’s more news. Hopefully we’ll have a baby soon.