In the Bible, whenever they want to express “a really long time” they use the number 40. 40 days for Noah’s flood. 40 years (I think) the Israelites wandered in the desert. 40 days Jesus spent being tempted by the devil.
And 40 weeks shall a woman be with child.
In this case, a child who has the hiccups again.
So here I am at 40 weeks and a day. I’ve spent the last, oh, three or four weeks knowing that I could give birth at ANY TIME. Having constant contractions hasn’t helped me forget that either. The room is ready. The laundry is mostly done. The projects at work that I needed to do are done. I have plans in place. My social calendar is notably bare.
OK, Grey’s Halloween costume isn’t done yet, but did you really think it would be?
We’re ready to go here! Any time! Yup! Ready! Still ready! We’re at the point where everywhere I go people ask me, “Are you still here?” I suppose my only saving grace is that I really don’t look TEN PLUS MONTHS pregnant. No, I only look about 7 or 8 months gravid. Lies, damn lies and statistics.
It’s hard to stay ready this long.
For me, too, it’s hard knowing that while I’m OVERDUE, based on the family history I’ve been nattering on about for the last 7 or so months, I’m still not as likely to have the baby, say, today as I am say, Sunday. Or a week Sunday, if this baby follows his brother’s lead. It may not seem like a long time to stay ready and waiting, but it is.
It’s especially hard because I’m not feeling really well any more. I’m not sleeping well. I have trouble falling asleep and I have trouble staying asleep. This is NOT NORMAL for me. Yesterday I got my hopes up because I was nauseous and crampy. Turns out I was just nauseous and crampy. I’m having these very odd pains in my back, as though the muscles up and branching out from my spine periodically catch on fire. It takes my breath away with pain. I am an old hand at back pain, but I’ve never experienced this particular kind of back pain before.
I find myself fantasizing about Ibuprofen.
In the very near future I will, once again, present myself at my midwife’s office. She will strip my membranes this time around (probably). She will likely send me to the hospital for a non-stress test. There will likely be at least one misunderstanding with a hospital staff person where they assume I’m there to be induced, being post due and all. I will at some point tonight get my hopes up that THIS IS IT. And it probably won’t be it.
I wonder how many more times I can write about being READY ALREADY. I was going to say, how many more times I could write about it and be entertaining, but I suddenly realize that it’s possibly too late to accomplish the goal of “not annoying all four of my readers”.
Are we THERE yet?