D-Day has finally come. It's not as unpredictable as I thought it would've been since I'm going to be induced instead of waiting for labor to happen on its own. In a way, it takes the thrill and mystery out of the event. Yet, from a practical point of view, I like the idea of making the 1-hour drive to the hospital without labor pains. Regardless of how it all happens - whether by inducing labor, spontaneous labor, or even a c-section - meeting and holding our little girl in our arms is the exciting culmination of 40 weeks of living in me. Then we will begin life as a family of four, well, five if you count our cat, Yuri.
Looking back at the past months of being pregnant, I can say that some days flew by while others were a drag. This cute poem that Cheryl at Ruby's Life shared with me perfectly summarizes my pregnancy experience.
Mother in Waiting
Author: Karen Burniston
The beginning's exciting, I'm pregnant at last!
but the excitement's soon over and goes downhill fast
Instead comes the sickness, the aversion to smells,
The aches, the fatigue, the emotional spells.
Will I survive months one, two and three?
I try to remember...
My baby's in me!
The ...next part is easy, my energy's back.
Morning, noon, midnight seem good times for snacks.
I'm hungry, I'm happy, I'm radiantly glowing.
I buy some new clothes when my belly starts showing.
It's easy to justify all that I eat,
I simply remember...
My Baby's in me!
The novelty's fading in trimester three.
My ankles are swollen. My bladder's a pea.
The baby is kicking my insides to bits.'
Seat belts and shoe laces both give me fits.
I'm approaching my due date with much jubilee,
It wont be much longer till
My baby's with me!