I’ve been feeling guilty about being impatient with the arrival of the little man for the past 2 nights and I’m glad to say that as of this afternoon, I’m back to being the mom (to-be) that will just patiently wait for him to make his grand entrance when he is ready.
It has been frustrating, trying to decipher all sorts of aches, pains, cramps in the last 2 nights that have crept my way – wondering if any of those symptoms were ‘it’. But after getting back on the reading track today and going through one of my pregnancy books earlier, I finally understood that if any of those were indeed signs of labour, it was most probably the onset of early labour which should be taken nice & slow anyway (stage 2 & 3 being the more active, pain-intensive phases). Besides, knowing that I will be placed in the observation ward (and sharing room space with 3 other preggers who may groan, moan, complain, scream around you anytime) until active labour or dilation of 4-5cm kicks in isn’t how I would like to spend my last moments waiting to deliver, especially since I intend to maintain a calm, breathing pattern as much as possible throughout labour. And with home being a 7-10 minutes drive to the hospital, I might just be more comfy just getting through stage 1 in a familiar environment.
Perhaps the lack of going out, gynae commenting how his other early apr EDD patients are starting to graduate during the last visit, combined with my nesting mode slowly fizzling have been catalysts for getting testy with the waiting game but at the end of the day, I know and trust that God’s timing for us will be the best.
Meanwhile, I just had a very beautiful connection with the bub while rubbing in some stretch mark cream after the shower. I felt the little one’s feet at the top left of my belly before he quickly moved it away as I firmed my palm on that same spot. It was aaaaamazing.