At my last hospital appointment the midwife assured me that despite the fact I was not even a tiny bit on the way to labour (no dilation on sweep) that as I have gestation diabetes they will not let me go past the due date. Soooo this time next week I should hopefully have my baby! The plan is to go for another sweep on Tuesday and if that does nothing I am to be induced. I'm not against being induced but Id much rather he came naturally.
I spent most of last week meeting friends and enjoying my last few times as me being just me not mummy me and trekking to and from the Midwife's office at the Sure Start Centre. Baby Dad was working away in a whole other city. I thought with all of that time me and Baby Dad were apart, it would be tempting fate. With our luck, the fact Baby Dad would be a hundred miles away with no direct route home it should have been more than enough to tempt fate for our baby to arrive, resulting in Baby Dad missing the birth. That didn't happen. Baby Dad's home now, so I shall now be mostly spending today trying to hurry up our baby...
A few months ago Baby Dad asked me if I'd miss our baby living in my tummy and couldn't help but laugh incredulously.
"God no! I cant wait to not be pregnant any more, its been a nightmare." I remember telling him.
On the rare occasion the baby is having a quiet moment and not re-choreographing the entire set by 'Stomp', I sometimes forget that I was pregnant at all. I've gotten so used to my ever growing bump I forget about it altogether and skim off doors and accidentally belly bump people nearby. Only the other day I was with my friend catching up over food and a diet coke when I (quite skilfully I think) managed to lift up the whole table with my belly trying to pull my chair in closer....drinks wobbling threateningly as I banged it back to the ground. I'm used to him being in there now and I'm getting used to my big round belly. Its weirdly comforting stroking my tummy and if nothing else its a good place to pop my phone when I don't need it and an adequate writing table.
More than anything, I will miss him kicking about happily when I'm lying still, jumping at the sound of the toilet flushing, the hair dryer or his dad sneezing and feeling him hiccup endlessly. I've even gotten to love watching his little body pushing my tummy into all sorts of weird shapes and don't mind (most of the time) his favourite hobby of kick boxing all night, every night. I can't wait to meet my little man but in answer to your question Baby Dad...."Yes, I will miss him being in my tummy."....as weird as that is.
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