So my pregnancy due date has come and gone, and I’m some how 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 due date came and went, and I’m now 10 days overdue.
Although it’s not necessary 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?
- 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