No, I didn't go into labor. But my mindset has done a complete 180. It started with me obsessing about having this baby driving me absolutely crazy. And so, for lack of anything better to do about it, I started reading other peoples' blogs about their ninth month and realized that I am not nearly as miserable as I could be. I'm pretty lucky actually. And then I stumbled onto a blog from an L&D nurse chastising all the women who complain about being sick of being pregnant, especially those who induce or schedule early c-sections. It wasn't just the blog itself, it was all the comments from the women who couldn't carry their babies full term. Some of them talked about how much worse it is to leave your baby at the hospital in NICU when you go home than to be uncomfortable pregnant. Others never got to take their babies home.
Yeah, I feel a bit guilty for not being more grateful for what I have. Like I said, I could have it a lot worse. So anyway, I stopped obsessing about labor and made peace with the fact that I just have to wait. And then I started thinking about how little it really is that I have to wait - she's almost only three weeks away, and somehow, for some reason, three weeks sounds infinitely different from four. Four weeks is a month. Three weeks is, well, no time at all!! Oh. My. God!!! I am going to have a baby in three weeks!! There's so much left to do!!!!
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