…sigh.
i'm trying. so very trying. it seems to be a roller coaster. changing by the hour. at one moment i'm feeling fine, hopeful, and sometimes very just… 'over it' and couldn't really care.
and then.. that flips. and i'm desperate. restless.. upset. done.
and i don't want to spend the last days of this pregnancy feeling bitchy and desperate.
i don't want to talk or think about it any more… but what else is there to think about? finding something to distract myself only lasts so long before i'm sitting here, dwelling.
dates have come and gone. due dates. prediction dates. the only date left is the final date- the induction one. where i'll be officially 15 days 'over' due. a date set with the midwife for early wednesday morning.
i go to bed each night thinking 'okay.. maybe i'll wake up in the middle of the night with a contraction' only to wake up in the morning without even the slightest cramp. still pregnant.. still. so very pregnant.
i know that it's only a few days, that i will have her in my arms and all of this will feel so very ridiculous. but that's just it- i will have her in my arms.
and right now i don't.
right now i'm trying to find as much patience as i can.
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i don't want to be induced..
i had hoped to labour at home for as long as possible before making the journey to the hospital.. to be able to move about my own home as i need… to take a shower in my shower. sit on my toilet. curl up in my bed with my husband… to be able to move freely, eat what i want, wear whatever clothes- or no clothes- however i feel most comfortable.
but the induction date approaches. drugs that force your body into opening without it's consent. one thing that could lead to another and another- that i don't want to think about. i hoped to sink into this birthing process, to let it wash through me and over me- not a sudden onset with pills or i.v. coursing through my body.
i don't want to spend the last days of this very amazing pregnancy- upset and crying. wishing for it to end- so that way it doesn't have to end on someone else's terms…
everyday i'm still hoping that i have time, that my our bodies will start to work together so i can bypass the early morning appointment at the hospital. but every hour that passes by without a hint- or worse.. when it passes by with a tease of things happening… bringing me closer and closer to feeling like i should just resign to another idea of how this might go..
walking sterile, foreign hallways- with other moaning women. sharing a room with someone else, an uncomfortable bed- a public toilet, a space that isn't my own, isn't comfort. isn't home. where you're conscious of what noise you make, what body parts are covered, who shares the room with you.. aware of visiting hours- and when your spouse has to leave… denied food because it's not serving hours. limited movement/space. confined.
i know that in the grand scheme of things- how i give birth, and where i give birth doesn't matter. that all of that will really not matter when i have her safely in my arms. that we are both healthy and well- time together, my little family. i know that once she's here- the rest doesn't matter… if i gave birth naturally or with pain meds. if i gave birth through my body, or surgery. i know that once she's in my arms- those things won't matter so much..
i know that birth is something that i can't control. it's also something that i don't want controlled. i don't want it dictated, on someone's terms… i don't want it numbed. i want to lose myself in it's uncontrollable power.. i want to experience this all. i want to trust my body to do what it will- as it wants… birth is messy and raw- and that's how i hope to still have it… not tidy and pencilled in to a book.
…i know that this is just one of the beginning lessons of motherhood… letting go. finding patience when it's the most difficult. crumbling and rebuilding. opening myself to be honest about my thoughts and fears. having absolutely no control- and needing to learn to be okay with that..
sigh.
trusting. trusting. trusting…



i was leaning forward to take this- so you could see my feet.. so silly to suddenly notice that when you look straight down- you really can no longer see your feet. but i still managed to give myself a pedicure!









