Wednesday, November 21, 2012

That Girl

I was totally not that girl last pregnancy.  I counted myself among the lucky one that didn't have major, painful Braxton Hicks or pre-labor contractions.

This time, I'm trying really hard to not be the expectant mom that cried wolf.

So tonight? 

I may be in labor.

I may not be.

Who knows.

Had a doctors appt today and she waffled about sending me to hospital or not, and decided I was better off at home because other than contractions, nothing else seemed labor-y.

So here we are.  We wait.

For 11 more days.

11 more hours?

Who knows.

And I'm CONSUMED with the anxiety of asking one of the 10 people who have offered to take Robbie in the middle of the night.  I know they wouldn't offer if they didn't mean it.  But it seems like such an imposition.

I'm scared I'm going to need to call someone.

That it's going to be on Thanksgiving.

Totally that girl.

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