Aching all over
Sep. 11th, 2006 03:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
allanaYou know what? I'm ready to give birth.
I am so sore and uncomfortable and it's only going to get worse until he finally pops out. I cried all the way home from the bus stop--can't fit safely behind the wheel of my car any more--as it hurt so bloody much to walk. Maybe I should work on making friends with the neighbours so that next time I can beg someone to drive me a couple of hundred yards down the road.
Thanks to Dave's gentle nagging we are fully prepared for Speck's arrival. I traipsed around the city centre this morning for the last few things and now I am the proud owner of a fully packed hospital bag--biggest bag ever--birth plan and even a contacts list. I've washed everything that he can expect to wear in the first few weeks of his life and I'm even contemplating ironing his bed linen.
I had a very odd dream the other night. For some strange reason I dreamt that Speck had decided that he wanted to come out and see what Mummy looked like--maybe he's just as bored with all this waiting around as I am? So, he cut himself a door in my tummy and in my dream I woke up to find him sitting on my tummy staring at me, umbilical cord trailing back into my tummy and all. I ended up telling him that it was too early to come out and play and that he had to go back into my tummy for at least two weeks. He sulked, I wagged my finger, then he crawled back inside and slammed his door behind him. Very teenage, very freaky.
I am so sore and uncomfortable and it's only going to get worse until he finally pops out. I cried all the way home from the bus stop--can't fit safely behind the wheel of my car any more--as it hurt so bloody much to walk. Maybe I should work on making friends with the neighbours so that next time I can beg someone to drive me a couple of hundred yards down the road.
Thanks to Dave's gentle nagging we are fully prepared for Speck's arrival. I traipsed around the city centre this morning for the last few things and now I am the proud owner of a fully packed hospital bag--biggest bag ever--birth plan and even a contacts list. I've washed everything that he can expect to wear in the first few weeks of his life and I'm even contemplating ironing his bed linen.
I had a very odd dream the other night. For some strange reason I dreamt that Speck had decided that he wanted to come out and see what Mummy looked like--maybe he's just as bored with all this waiting around as I am? So, he cut himself a door in my tummy and in my dream I woke up to find him sitting on my tummy staring at me, umbilical cord trailing back into my tummy and all. I ended up telling him that it was too early to come out and play and that he had to go back into my tummy for at least two weeks. He sulked, I wagged my finger, then he crawled back inside and slammed his door behind him. Very teenage, very freaky.
