I’ve never been a patient person. Waiting for labor is driving me completely insane. I am now convinced (illogically, I admit) that Baby C is NEVER. COMING. OUT. Good thing I didn’t get my hopes up yesterday when they told me I was probably dilating and labor would come soon…I had my appointment today and there was absolutely no change. I’m still at 2.5cm. His head is as low as it can get, so it’s no surprise that I feel like I’m holding a bowling ball in between my legs.
I’m frustrated that my due date has always been incorrect. Had it been correct, I would already be at 40 weeks and we could talk about an induction next week. Instead, I’ll technically be 42 weeks before they’ll entertain the idea of an induction. Stupid PCOS and irregular periods.
I’m frustrated that all my cramping and contractions are getting me nowhere.
I’m frustrated that my doctor told me 4 weeks ago that I would be early.
I’m frustrated that I’m too exhausted and in pain to want to do anything to make the time pass more quickly.
I’m frustrated that I see people with due dates AFTER mine having their babies before me.
I’m frustrated at the following question: “No baby yet?” REALLY?!
So Hubster and I are going to go for a long walk and hopefully get some kind of contractions started. But those contractions will probably end up stopping, just like they have every other time this month.
I’m not patient. Hard as I try, I never will be. Baby C, spare me the insanity and please come out to meet us!