I have now reached that point when this baby could come as early as next week or not for another month or so. Throughout this pregnancy I have been telling people that I expect her to come late, and many resources I’ve been looking at tell you that first babies usually come late. Add to that the fact that they changed our due date back and forth from December 21 to 29 and landed back on the 21st, and it only makes sense to expect that she will, in fact, come some time after the 21st.
But like anything in pregnancy, everyone seems to have a story about the woman that they know who had her first baby two weeks before her due date. Add to that that lately I’ve been getting an inkling that she is going to come early – even though I have no reason to think that, and my instincts were proven wrong about the sex of the baby. It may just be that I have always been a very impatient person (in fact, if you mention to my mother that I lack some patience, she will start laughing at the understatement) and I just assume that my daughter will get that trait.
I am also the type of person that starts preparing for things really early. When I moved to Belleville for I started packing in June and left in September. So when I started gathering all the things for my hospital bag this weekend, it drove me crazy that there are a whole whack of things on the list that I want to pack now in case I go into labour next week, but I can’t pack now because I will need these things in the next four weeks, if that’s how long it takes.
I hate – HATE – not having any clear idea of when this might happen. I’m not even going to start on the whole idea that once labour does start you still really have no idea how long it will be until you meet your baby.
So, for the next little while, I’m going to be living in a certain amount of discomfort. Both bodily discomfort and mental discomfort. And I’m going to be trying to be as prepared as I can possibly be. And to keep my frustration levels as low as possible.