For the last couple of days, I have been having strange little pains that come and go, but there is really no definite end or beginning. They might be Braxton Hicks. Last night, I had some bad pains, but I think some of it was gas. How sad is it that I can't even tell? And then there are my ever-faithful friends, the bladder spasms, that come all the damn time. I am so uncomfortable I feel like cying (not from the pains, but from my feet, which now hurt to walk on). My legs ached all evening and night to the point where I was whining constantly. But, by God, I still tried to get that labor to start:
~ spicy food (which probably gave me the gas)
~ bedroom activites (which ends up being funnier than anything else because I am so big
~ raspberry leaf tea (even I am getting sick of tea)
~ a foot massage yesterday
~ praying/begging-- God has a time in mind I'm sure
~ walking (which is what made my feet look the way they do. I think I could walk on water with this inflated raft feet)
~ cooking (they say that a last burst of energy can indicate you are close to labor. I thought I'd try to convince myself that I am) Maybe I'll even go vacuum right now.
My mom thinks I'm close. I told her that just because I have gas and my friend and confidant in this whole thing went into labor doesn't mean I will. I feel like crying. I am too uncomfortable to enjoy much of anything. All I can do it sit and wait (and whine on my blog).
Posted by Hannah at April 8, 2006 11:59 AM