So, per my midwives, I am now five days overdue. I am feeling ok - not awesome, but I know it could be worse. My main complaint is that I have another human's head stuck in my pelvis, and it is very, very hard to walk. This, as a result, limits my ability/desire to go anywhere or do anything, resulting in boredom. And that's how this week has gone down. Lots and lots of boredom.
Last weekend was tough. Saturday and Sunday were normal, but then Teo had no school on Monday or Tuesday because of the holiday, so we ended up having four fantastic days together. And while I love that kid with all my heart and think he is the best ever, I simply do not have the energy reserves that a four-year-old requires over a four-day weekend. Plus, Sunday was hella hot and I was just bumming from being overdue and feeling like this baby is never going to get here. Luckily, I went over to my parents for the afternoon, where my dad played with Mateo in the backyard and I sat in a comfortable chair surrounded by air conditioned air.
The last few days, I have had some pretty significant cramping and contractions pretty much once an hour all day long. None of it is so painful that it makes me think I am in labor in any way, but it is all pretty uncomfortable and getting OLD. Jeff has been a super star and doesn't get at all annoyed by my whining, or at least he doesn't demonstrate any annoyance toward me.
The most frustrating thing about this whole process is that I have little to no control over it. I would like to avoid an induction, if possible, which means that the only real thing I can do is sit around and wait. I know about all the old tricks -- some people swear by them but most have been proven to be ineffective. I am doing what I can to stay active and busy, without completely exhausting myself or causing any sort of extreme discomfort. In the end, though, the baby will decide to come when he is ready, and I need to work on making peace with that. Not an easy thing to do at this stage in the game. We are so ready on our end!
Another thing is that every day he spends inside is yet another day that I don't get to spend with him before going back to school. I will be starting back part-time and I will take it slow, but I would love to have as many days with him as possible before having to start the day care thing.
I know he will get here. Eventually. And that it will be fine and this whole thing shall pass. I am just so impatient! C'mon little man, we want to meet you!!!