Obsessed
I have become obsessed with labour and everything around it. It’s driving me mad! All those insomnia hours during the night and every time I stop for a bit (or even if I’m walking to the shops) my mind wonders off to everything that can happen.
When will the contractions begin? will I have the show? will Russ be here or 400 miles away at work? who can I call? will I need a c-section? will I need an epidural? when will the waters break? will my family be here? how long will it take? will she be ok? will I be ok? how will it be when I bring it home? what do I still need to prepare? I can’t stop it!!! And I am tired of it! I try to think of something else but my mind always ends up going back to the same thoughts. It’s like my brain can’t work on nothing else but pregnancy, labour and babies! It’s not that I’m desperate for her to be born – I am enjoying these last weeks – it’s not having a clue what will happen and what to do. It doesn’t matter how much you read, you never know until you get there and I have no idea what my reaction will be.
One of the things I’m stressing about is that we are expecting a job down in Exeter and Russ will have to be away for a few weeks. We don’t know when it will happen but it can happen at any time, and so can the birth. So I will be home alone for all that time and I may go into labour alone as well. And my main concern is that Russ won’t get here on time…
Being bored doesn’t help as well but then again I don’t feel like doing anything… We don’t see or talk to may people as all the work we have now is done from home. I need to go out and have some fun. But it’s difficult considering that I can’t stand or walk for long and there is not much to do with this weather.
I have no signs that it will be soon so I keep checking my bump to see if there are any differences. She has engaged but it looked like she has come back up for a while which was a huge disappointment. So I’ve decided to do the countdown differently and count it down to the last day before I need to get induced. Just so I don’t get disappointed as most first babies are born late. So I’m almost 6 weeks away. Anything before that is a bonus.
In the mean time (whenever I’m not thinking about labour) I’m enjoying the last few weeks where I can have her all to myself. The kicks, the movements, trying to guess which part of her body is sticking out and seeing my bump taking the oddest shapes
After she is born I’ll have to share her with a lot of people


