So here we are, July 17, the day I've been eagerly awaiting since early November. From this point forward until Daniel makes his debut, every day has the potential to be one of the most exciting or most frustrating of my life.
Every day he doesn't come will feel much longer than 24 hours. Our normally busy schedule is completely empty for a change now, because we can't really make any plans. Dinner tomorrow night with friends? Maybe, if no baby yet. HOA meeting next week? Very unlikely, but if baby hasn't come I can. Work on Monday? We'll see. If I do go to work Monday, I think I'll make up a shirt to wear that says "Yes, I'm still here. No, I haven't had the baby yet!"
The cramps have persisted throughout the week along with backache, which are apparently signs of early labor, but I still have not felt any distinct contractions. We could move into active labor in a matter of hours or I could still be feeling like this in a few days or even a week (please no!).
I've read that as the big day approaches it's common for women to either have that nesting instinct surge of energy or go the opposite direction and be really tired. Apparently, with the house already clean and Daniel's room pretty much done, I'm going for the sleepy route. I've taken evening naps the past few nights and last night despite an hour and a half nap and falling asleep for part of a movie we were watching I still slept 9 hours. I mostly slept well though I woke up at one point with really intense back pain, but once I turned over to the other side it got better.
So, assuming no baby, I foresee a lazy weekend of resting and not too much else...on the other hand, if Daniel has a calendar in there and knows what day it is, I suspect I won't be resting much at all this weekend!
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