But, in my case, it really is better for the baby to get to 35, 36, or even 37 weeks. So at the same time the "Any Day Now..." is becoming hum drum, I'm also thinking, "Come on Heidi, just a few more days--you can do it!"
It's a strange paradox of feelings.
I'll confess, too, that sleep is getting harder and harder. I wake up at regular intervals, thanks to Heidi's crowding of the bladder; and because I've been on bed rest so long, I can't just be a zombie until I do the deed and crawl back in bed. Walking to the loo is actually getting really hard. With ligaments and muscles that have never had a chance to develop the strength to carry my growing belly, walking that short distance involves shooting pain in my lower abdomen and a heart that races like I just ran a 50-yard dash. Forget about going back to sleep.
Makes me love atrophy--it brings a new meaning to "I'm
Again with the paradox, though, I really am still grateful to be pregnant and I really am happy for every extra day I get! Go, Heidi, go!