Warning: This post is a continuation of yesterday’s post and includes content that may be triggering. My ex-fiance stalked and harassed me, and twice the justice system failed me by denying a restraining order simply because he didn’t lay hands on me.
A friend of mine asked on Facebook yesterday how you know when an acquaintance becomes a friend, or when a friend becomes a best friend. It sparked a conversation about how it becomes more difficult for some – and easier for others – to make new friends as we get older. This topic really got me thinking.
Had to call the doctor today due to some spotting with cramping and they said that I’m probably dilating and labor will be coming soon. I have to say, I’ve heard that before and I am not getting my hopes up. I really wish my doctor hadn’t told me about a month ago that she thought I’d be early. I’m five days away from my due date (and I’ve passed the date that should really be my due date), and I’m starting to feel like we’ll have to go through an induction and smoke this baby out!
I really thought that today was the day. I woke up at 6am with severe back pain and contractions. They continued to come every 6 minutes for the next 8 hours. We went for a walk, I drank a lot of water, ate some food, rested…everything that they always tell you to do to make sure they’re not Braxton Hicks contractions. They were the real deal.
How early did you start preparing baby clothes, sterilizing bottles, packing your hospital bag, etc.?
Earlier this month, I started washing all of my son’s towels and linens as well as all of his newborn and 0-3 month clothes. Last week, I sterilized all of his bottles, pacifiers and my breast pump. After having to make a quick trip to the doctor this week, we finished packing the hospital bag. Hubster installed the car seat last week. I honestly don’t know what else is left to do before he comes!