Ok, so I haven't even reached my due date and I'm starting to get very itchy feet. I'm impatient by nature anyway, so this was always going to happen.
Generally, I'm fine, but there are moments when I feel like this baby won't ever come and that I'll be pregnant forever. Imagine that, actually, I'd rather not. I'm done with the big bump and the no sashimi - I want to meet this little Bear now and get our new look Pullen family ready for some fun!
We went for a curry last night, which is a total cliche and was a risk, because I didn't want to get any indigestion. Anyway, we walked there and ate like kings. It was delicious and lovely to be out just the two of us. I went all out and even had a beer. But nothing seemed to impress the Bear. I knew it wouldn't. Curries don't give me an upset tummy (the theory behind this old wives tale) but I enjoyed pigging out nonetheless.
I think part of the impatience is that one of my lovely NCT friends has already popped, even though she was due two days after me, and another friend, due two weeks after the Bear, is also already a Mummy, so things are moving, just not in my direction. It's a strange feeling. You urge the birth to hurry up, but then, that means pain, fear, the Big Unknown. And then after that, PARENTHOOD. It's impossible to imagine how any of this new events will feel, so although you're happy to move things along there are some other crazy emotions to get your head around too. DH is being great though. He understands how I feel and I know he'll drop everything the minute he gets my call, so I feel totally supported on that front.
Aside from impatience things are all good. The sun is shining and I'm loving getting out for my daily walks. I've done a big Ocado shop so that the house will be fully stocked, and all the washing is done. That means all I need to do now is enjoy myself and savour these last days of independence and peace and quiet!
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