I’m a planner by nature. I like to write things down in calendars. I love to-do lists. I like to be able to say what I’m going to be doing next Thursday.
However, when you’re 39 weeks pregnant, planning things to the smallest details is rather tricky.
For example, I have NO blog posts next week. Not even a smidgen of an idea, or a skeleton of a story. My editorial calendar is sadly empty.
Because I keep thinking I’m going to have this baby soon, so it’s a) I’ll be saturating this blog, my Twitter stream and Facebook page with baby pictures, baby stories and the like (I promise not to talk about my vagina), or b) I’ll have a bunch of blog posts written and hit publish every day the baby is still sitting cosy in my womb.
Clearly, plan B hasn’t happened. I haven’t written a thing because I’m absolutely obsessed with the idea of giving birth already.
I go to bed at night wondering, oh will I wake up with contractions?
I wake up in the morning thinking, oh maybe it’s time, the pressure down there! Oh, I just have to go pee.
I go about my day waiting for my waters to break (I know, only 10% of women have their waters break before labor – I was in that 10% the first time. A girl can hope).
Then I go to bed thinking again, maybe this baby will come tomorrow.
8 tomorrows later, nope, Scrumplet is still happy within.
I know I shouldn’t obsess. I am better off just taking it easy, enjoying the time I have left as a mother of one (which is starting to sound leisurely), sleeping 7 hours a night and feeling the baby kick from inside.
Also, cleaning refrigerators, washing all the bedsheets and towels, wiping every single surface in the house – yes, end-of-pregnancies make for very productive women and clean houses.
The planner in me can only satisfy my need to feel like I’m doing something by repacking my hospital bag, redoing my check lists, looking longingly at the crib prepared 5 weeks ago and playing with my toddler, imagining him holding his little brother.
Still, send me chocolate. It’s the only thing keeping me going. That, and complaining on Facebook.
P.S: I promise, this is the last post about how pregnant I feel.
If you haven’t liked my blog’s Facebook page yet, do! I’ll be likely doing first baby updates there. Or just a lot of drivel about OhmyGod why isn’t he here yet?