Yesterday was my due date, which came and went just
like every other day this month (calm, chilly, full of crosswords, toast
and a vague sense of impatience). The closest parallel I can make is that this
is a lot like waiting to hear back from a job interview, except I suppose in
this case you know you’re guaranteed to hear something, eventually.
What I hadn’t realised is that in late pregnancy
you start to feel some of the sensations that will accompany actual labour –
contractions, cramps, a sore back, nausea, etc etc etc. So I’ve spent quite a
lot of the last few days assuming every twinge is the beginning of something,
and then realising I am wrong.
I am trying, as advised by every man and his dog,
to enjoy the peace and quiet which I will “never enjoy ever again in my whole
life”, etc etc, but it’s hard not to be impatient and a bit twitchy.
Still, as someone wise on the internet pointed out,
it’s important to remember you won’t be pregnant forever. And yesterday
Brighton marina provided me with the most beautiful winter sunshine beach view as a distraction, which certainly
helped.
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