Baby Tweedle and I finally made it to the due date, which unfortunately came and went as of yesterday- July 30th. I can't say I was surprised that the baby didn't come on its due date, but when you are waiting 9 months for this special day to come and it goes away just like any other, it's a little frustrating! The last week has been the hardest so far, due to the waiting. Every symptom I have feels worse and more annoying because I am so ready to have the baby out and in my arms. We have exactly one more week to wait until I will be induced, next Wednesday and I am really hoping the baby decides to make its appearance before then.
I feel happy and grateful to have had a fairly smooth pregnancy. Nothing out of the ordinary things that happen to pregnant women have happened to me and most of the "annoying symptoms" have really been quite minor in the grand scheme of things. Every time I went to the doctor, I had few questions, things were always normal and she would remark "well this is BORING!... but boring is good!" I hope that means my delivery will be "boring" in doctors terms and go smoothly.
I have been doing everything and anything I can to try and get this baby moving on out. I go for 2-3 walks a day and try to always walk up hills. I have been eating more spicy food and pineapple. I have been drinking Red Raspberry Leaf tea by the litre and sitting on an exercise ball in all sorts of strange positions that I saw on the internet. So far the walking seems to have the greatest effect- the baby feels lower and lower every time I walk to the point where it is VERY uncomfortable. There is nothing left in my apartment to clean, the freezer is well stocked and every last little item on my to-do list that I have put off for months is done. All that is left is to stare at the wall and wait.
I had 5 close friends who were all pregnant and due within the last couple of months- 3 of which have all had their babies in the last 2 weeks plus Kate of course! There are baby announcements everywhere I look and people talking about their newborns and it feels like I am the last pregnant woman left on the face of the earth. Mr. Tweedle says I am being dramatic, but I tell him to walk around with a bowling ball between his legs for a day and then see how he feels!
All in all, I am happy and relaxed about the delivery, but getting really impatient to meet Baby Tweedle, find out its gender and hear its little cry. Thinking positively and officially posting an eviction notice!
|COME ON OUT BABY TWEEDLE!!!|