Accepting Reality

I am trying my best to accept the fact that Davy is not coming out of my stomach until he is good and ready. And that unfortunately that might not be for a couple more weeks. Even though the nurse at labor and delivery doesn't think I have that long to wait, I'm trying to accept the fact that I might just have to. I know it is better for him to stay in longer.

So why I am having a hard time being patient? After all, the house is not really in order, but I also don't have the energy to clean it, and I think, mmmmm....after the baby is born people will be more willing to help clean it for me! That is a really selfish reason to want him to be born early!

That, and the fact that he has been teasing me with all of these real contactions that never stay around for very long, is aggravating. This did not happen last time, and it confuses me. The nurses at l&d are like, "oh, you were induced last time. Well that explains it." Basically, I apparently don't know anything! Argggh.

So this is my new resolution. I am ignoring all contractions.

At least until they are so overwhelming that I can't hardly breathe or talk through them and they are at very regular and close intervals. That is what the nurse told me to do. So all the other ones I have, I don't immediately hunt for the clock, I just wait for them to go away, and guess what, they do.