How strange it is to wake up knowing, without a doubt, that today is the last day I’m going to wake up and not be a mummy. Today is the last chance (for a while anyway) for sleep ins and snuggles and couple time. Too bad I can’t sleep or keep still! I feel kind of like Mr RG and I should spend today doing things together, maybe lunch or a movie. But I really don’t feel like doing those things. I just want to be at home, be near each other, and chill out ready for the big (long, painful, exciting, terrifying, joyful) moment.
So far my plans include some very exciting paper work that is still riding my arse, double checking my hospital bag, reading a book about breastfeeding that my sister loaned me, and generally trying not to shit my pants.
We have tried every trick in the book (that I am prepared to try!) to get this Pebble out before induction day, but it’s just not happening. Sometimes there are reasons that things don’t go the way that they naturally should, and I’m grateful that I have modern medicine to help my body figure out what to do. It’s not my first choice, but it does make me wonder what used to happen hundreds of years ago if women didn’t go into labour when they should. I shudder to think.
Until next time…..