It seems that I might be the impatient one after all.
For all the denying I’ve been giving myself that I still had some time to go before D-day, I found myself nudging & asking the little nugget last night if he would just come out already.
I had my first taste of insomnia yesterday and it was not enjoyable.
I basically woke up at 3am+ to take my first pee after falling into slumber, only to find myself tossing & turning, wide awake and noticing a lot of movements from the little man. My pelvic region was hurting badly and I was drifting in and out of a numb sensation which would overtake almost half of the belly only to subside the moment I shifted my sleeping position and then back again. I didn’t want to excite myself nor wake the Bo up unnecessarily so till 5am+, my mind was on hyper active mode as I ran through outstanding tasks to do for the day, what I should wear to the hospital, wondered if I should google what constituted signs of contractions while at the same time just hoping for either a bloody show or a burst in the water bag. I finally did fall back asleep for a short while (thank goodness!) only to be woken up at 7am by baby movements and dull aches.
So far, the aches/discomfort has been manageable so I supposed that might just have been really bad Braxton Hicks.
What I do hope is that this cycle of insomnia won’t come visiting me tonight again because feeling zombified due to an exhausted body but alert mind is making me feel really horrible right now.