I know - I KNOW - it's not like I'm 42 weeks pregnant and about to have my hundredth stretch and sweep. I know I shouldn't complain. But I'm so fed up.
I'm 38+2 with a baby who has been fully engaged for the last two weeks (so I can't walk further than about 100 meters without feeling like he's going to fall out), who has been savagely headbutting my cervix multiple times a day for about two months and with whom I have had endless braxton hicks since the second trimester. In the last 10 days or so, I've had multiple sleepless nights of Is This It? stop/start contractions which have fizzled to nothing.
I am exhausted. I've lost what little confidence I had in my motherly intuition. I have no idea whether any of my increasing signs of imminent labour mean anything. I'm just huge and uncomfortable and increasingly feeling like I'm going to
be pregnant for the rest of my life.
My daughter was born abruptly but straightforwardly at 36 weeks. Not ideal to be so early, but all pretty simple. I stupidly thought this one would be similar. This is unchartered territory.
PLEASE, someone remind me that at some point in the next 2 - 4 weeks I will actually have a baby?