So my pregnancy due date has come and gone, and I’m somehow a good 41 weeks pregnant, aka the size of a house and unable to move. While I know that only 5% of babies come on their due date, I had convinced myself and was warned by my consultant, that due to a medical condition I was likely to have my baby before 40 weeks. So it was pretty surprising when the due date came and went, and I’m now 10 days overdue.
Although it’s not necessarily a problem to be 10 days overdue, man, oh man am I fed up. I started my maternity leave at 37 weeks pregnant, enjoyed the first few weeks of doing nothing, but now I’m bored. There’s only so much daytime TV I can watch and sit around waiting for a baby.
While I’ve spent a lot of time sitting around with not a lot to do, I’ve had a good few thoughts on being ‘overdue’:
- Questioned if I am I actually pregnant or did I make this up?
- Cried
- Been angry at Chris claiming ‘this is all his fault’
- Claimed that this baby takes after her father because clearly I am always punctual
- Cried some more
- Wanted to throw my phone across the room every time someone texts me ‘any sign of the baby yet?’
- Wondered if I’ll ever be able to put my own socks and shoes on again without having to ask for help
- Got excited by any small twinge or back pain that ‘ooo this could be it’
- Cried again when nothing has happened
- Got sad every time I’ve woken up in the morning not having had a baby, because clearly babies arrive in the middle of the night
- Questioned if my 12 week scan actually got the dates wrong and I could still have weeks to go
- Sneered every time someone says ‘enjoy the sleep while you can’ while I lie awake at 3am
- Wondered if I can get away with ordering another curry before our takeaway knows me by name
- Cried because I can’t put my shoes on
- Been annoyed at the idea that this baby could look like her dad when I’ve done all the work
- Googled ‘longest pregnancy in history’
- Could I eat all the snacks in my snack bag and replace them before I go into labour?
- Ate my weight in Pineapple in the hope that it brings on labour
- Wondered if my bump can actually get any bigger before I become some sort of circus attraction
- Started giving up hope of ever going into labour myself and resigning to the fact I’ll stay pregnant forever
