I feel like an absolute tit.
Yesterday, at 38+6, I started feeling very uncomfortable on a day out with DP and DD. Sharper, more ‘trapped wind’ feelings than the start of labour with DD, but accompanied by backache and painful enough to make me yelp. I couldn’t get comfortable sitting down and I couldn’t seem to fart the pain away. My mum is our labour childcare for DD and lives over 3 hours away, so after a few hours of this I asked her to set off.
Obviously the pains immediately started to fade, and although I was still very uncomfortable all evening, they eased up completely overnight and now I feel like a fraud. A fat, grumpy fraud who is going to be pregnant forever.
My mum is supposed to be looking after my niece tomorrow so she’s had to line up cover for that, so I’ve messed up plans and it also means my entire family knows and is texting excitedly for updates. I want to smash my phone. Except then I wouldn’t be able to mumsnet. I know it’s lovely that they’re excited. I’m just so fed up. I had DD at 39+1 and it was really quick, obvious labour so I’m having trouble being realistic this time.
Anyone else fed up? Or want to tell me to get a grip?