It's 5 am and I'm blogging. Why? Because I'm an awake, emotional, pregnant mess and I need to just let it out someway.
The past few nights I've had contractions. Last night's were even stronger than before. But somehow, when I try to sleep in between to get rest for the big moment, they disappear. I originally go to sleep because I know that when they get strong enough I'll wake up and it'll be time. THE time we've been waiting for. But does it happen? No.
Instead I just wake up 20 times in the middle of the night hoping to feel at least one little contraction or a huge painful one (the ultimate goal).
I already know that I shouldn't be stressing about it. She'll come when she's ready. Just be patient. Perfection takes time. You can't force labor to start.
And I know all of this is true.
But I just need to complain. We're both so ready for this little girl to get here and we can't help but get a little anxious/excited when there's a possibility of her arriving into this world.
So for now let me vent, and my husband and I will just try to take life one day at a time. One walk, one date, one hopeful contraction at a time.