The end of pregnancy is pure craziness. Yesterday I thought FOR SURE I was going into labor and would be in the hospital. I felt so gross and icky. My mom thought maybe the baby was coming. My MIL thought I was in early labor. Heck even my husband's secretary thought I was in early labor (she busted him looking at some pregnancy websites and he had to 'fess up). My boss thought I was going into labor - she called me this morning even though she doesn't work on Fridays. "Oh, you're in" came her disappointed reply when I answered my phone.
Today - totally fine. I feel great! Maybe all of my husband's pampering last night turned things around?!
SIGH.
I do have to say that if I am going to go into labor, I would rather go in feeling like I do today rather than yesterday/last night. I'm trying to savor the whole experience as one of my coworkers (the doula-esque one) told me that the whole experience of childbirth is something that you don't get very often. I thought that was a cool way to look at it, and a positive one. I have to say though I feel a bit like a fair-weather preggo. When times are good, i'm all, "I'm excited to go into labor" and "oh, i'm savoring this experience". When times are bad, as in last night, I'm totally terrified and thinking, "i'm not ready for this". Here's hoping when the time does come, I can channel that positive thinking!
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I thought you must be in the early stages of labor too! If it helps any, I felt you like you do now the entire time I was in labor - I just didn't know it.
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