"Aww how much longer do you have to go?"
"Six days ago...."
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| August 10th 2012 - 40 weeks |
It's that time, the moment you get to your due date, what EVERY little stretch mark, "morning" sickness, and emotional episode has led up to...and then, nothing happens!?
At first you think, "Well, no one actually arrives on there due date," so it's no big deal, even though you're fed up of having to wear camping tents and your boobs being the second biggest elephants in the room to your bump, which by the way is the topic of EVERYTHING (the bump not the boobs...)
But then as you're walking around town, or the phone rings, there's that question that seems to dig in a little deeper than it did before.
"How long now?"
As IF you need reminding that your feet are swelling to the size of tree stumps because the wait of your unborn child is starting to get too much for your body to handle? And it's almost like everyone else is more fed up of waiting than you! Hold on, whose carrying this thing 24/7!
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Last weekend was our quaint little town's berry market situated in our "ant-city" of a square. Ralph and I decided it would be a nice distraction from the fact that I was a day over the due date to walk around and look at some of the local produce while enjoying the smells. Boy were we wrong...
Every stall we got to, within seconds, sometimes just walking past, you'd see that look! The look of someone about to ask THAT question! Something inside of me cringed each time and no, it wasn't contractions...
"How long do you have to go?"
"Yesterday" was met with a chuckle, as I smiled each time I replied, but I really just wanted to scream at them, "Did you not just hear me tell the last person who asked, standing two inches away from you!?" Of course this question isn't asked to make me annoyed, hence why I always replied politely but it still didn't stop the fact that it is, in fact, really annoying. Because it doesn't just stop there, noooo, just as you go back to looking around, or attempting to ask a price on something, they begin...
"Have you tried Raspberry leaf tea?... oh that did it for me! I drank loads of it when I was pregnant with my third, she popped straight out a day after the due date! But my second, oh don't even get me started on my second..." Ralph and I looked at each other at this point, almost as if we knew exactly what the other was thinking. Thankfully, he did and just pulled me in closer, partially to comfort me and the other half to restrain me from doing anything I may regret later. She went on,"No my other took forever! Plus it was the worst birth you can imagine! Try hot baths and a curry, that should do it."
Our all time favourite suggestion though was at a jam preservatives stall. The man and woman behind it gladly stopped us as we walked by to talk about the size of my bump, after finding out that I was past my duedate the man kindly began to suggest some ways of inducing, even though we hadn't asked and had either tried or heard them all at the last stall. It was like shopping for induction techniques not berry made produce. As he got to, "long walks and nice warm baths" the lady on the stall loudly interupted, and I apologize for what I'm about to tell you if you're a bit, you know...in a scottish accent, "Ooo yeehz, and hard, rough sex!"
I about hit the floor with laughter, not exactly because of what she said but the reaction of EVERYONE around her that had heard. The man behind the stool looked a bit shocked and unsure if he'd actually heard correctly. Ralph had gone bright plum, I'm still unsure if it was from embarrassment or trying to hold in the giggles, but this just made me laugh harder. I patted him on the back as if to suggest that this was a good idea, if not to make the mood a little more awkward than it already was. Then proceeded to thank them as we walked off through the crowd of people who were still recovering from the sentence that had just raped their ears.
It took us what felt like two hours to get through the smallest market ever and we only bought one thing. Sadly we didn't hear any induction tips we didn't already know and were left feeling tired and slightly glum of the whole situation instead of distracted like we had planned. But nothing goes to plan, as we all know, and at the end of the day you know that baby has to come out some time, it can't stay in there as much as you wish it would for reasons you can't quite understand yourself. But as uncomfortable as I am, baby will come when we're both ready...
Okay, maybe when s/he's ready, it will be the most inconveniant time for the rest of us though...
p.s. please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes I may have missed. I will embarrasingly correct them later, when I've found them.
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