Please Don't Tell Me

Encouragement and advice can be great things.  I know that people care, but please stop telling me:

1. That most first babies come late.
That’s not what I want to hear right now.  I’m hoping every day that the baby comes.

2. That I need to stock pile my sleep now.
I’m having trouble sleeping, so telling me to sleep more just makes me frustrated.

3. That my life is about to change forever. 
I know and I’m excited about that!

4. All the crazy labor stories that you’ve heard or have had happen to you.
I don’t need to be thinking about everything that can go wrong!  And every pregnancy and labor is different.

5. It’s all worth it.
It’s great to hear this, but I’m excited to figure this out for myself.

6. That I look great.
That’s very nice to hear, but I don’t feel great.  I feel huge and uncomfortable

If you have said any of these things to me, don't worry, I'm not mad at you, but Adam says I'm starting to get snippy, so this is advice for the future ;)


Coming Soon:  Final Pictures of the Completed Nursery!!
 

 

Public Puddle

One of my biggest fear is my water breaking and going into labor in public.  I mean, how embarrassing! 

 

Adam and I had our first scare yesterday at the mall.  We were walking around the mall and suddenly I had this severe pain in my lower back.  It caused me to keel over.  Currently our baby is positioned face up and I was warned that this means I could have a lot of back labor.  So suddenly Adam and I were wondering if I was in labor.  The pain was coming every few minutes, but then would be further apart.  It was very irregular, but we decided to time them anyway.  They were everywhere from 2 minutes apart to 9 minutes apart.  We put in a call to the midwife and waited for her to call back.  The pain started to shoot down my leg.  We decided to go home because we didn’t know what was going on and Adam was afraid that I was going to start scaring people in the mall.  I mean, here is a pregnant woman, walking around the mall, keeling over and gasping in pain every so often.  We got home and eventually got a call back from the midwife, and it was only the baby sitting on my sciatic nerve, not labor.  It was a relief, but still not fun.  I am definitely ready for this baby to come, but I’m really hoping I’m not in public for the next time I think I’m in labor.  It is stressful.  Here is a link from The Bump of some of the craziest places women have gone into labor.  Enjoy the laugh, and please hope with me that I’m not in any of these situations.

The two sides

To find out, or not to find out, that is the question, and the argument.  Adam and I both had differing views on finding out or not.  I wanted to find out because I wanted to be able to plan the nursery and register for gender specific clothes and things.  Adam didn’t want to find out because he wanted it to be a surprise. 

 

Many people told us that not finding out just makes everything more exciting, but in my mind it makes everything more stressful!  But I caved, we are not finding out.  We registered for gender neutral things, and we’re just going to wait and see.  I’m already growing antsy with anticipation!  I can see the logic to both sides, but that doesn’t make it any easier.  I wish I knew what to call my baby, besides baby. 

 

The funniest advice on this topic came from my midwife.  She said that when people decide to be surprised it gives them the extra incentive to push when you just don’t want to anymore.  You keep pushing because you want to find out if it’s a boy or girl.  If you already know, then you don’t have as much incentive to push.  So, there you have it, on the day I give birth to our baby, I’ll have the extra incentive of finding out if I have a son or daughter, even though I think the pain will be incentive enough.