I am due today with DC2. DC1 was over a week late and I didn't mind too much - lay on the bed reading trashy magazines and bounced on my birth ball watching trashy telly.
This time round I thought it might be different. Have been having really intense Braxton Hicks at decreasing intervals for about two weeks and thought it might mean that this one was early. Only have to walk up the stairs or unload the washing machine to set them off. Now I feel stupid for getting my hopes up and demoralised. I am soooo uncomfortable so much of the time and the thought of another week or two of this makes me want to sob! And it's bloody half term, so despite DD only being 2, all her activities and playgroups are off for the holidays and I've limited ways to keep her entertained (normally work pt, so not really fully part of the local mum network).
Even had a tearful fight with DH last night when he said it 'didn't matter' if I went overdue and I totally lost it with him.
Anyone care to sympathise or share a similar moan?