I get it. I really get it now.
I thought – oh, it’s only a few weeks until the end. That’s not much time to go crazy. And everyone knows that first time moms go past their due date. So I know that, too.
But I also thought – hey, JUST IN CASE we should get everything ready. And clean the house. And pack the hospital bag. And dye hair. And put together the crib. Because if we don’t, we’ll totally be blindsided.
And I also thought – this could happen at any time. I mean, I know that statistically it won’t, but it still could.
And then I thought – we just have to make it to October 1st. Lady Jr can come any time after that if she wants. No running/trampoulines/nipple tweaking/giant chocolate cakes until after that date.
And now it’s October 5th and I still have 5 days left until my due date and yet I am 100% convinced that because I haven’t gone into labor yet, I will be pregnant forever.
How did this happen??
I don’t know (yes I do: see preparation fatigue), but I’m playing labor Bingo (is that a contraction? no… is that a contraction?? no…) and looking at the weather. According to this here study – Meteorological factors and timing of the initiating event of human parturition – there is a real (if small) association between high atmospheric pressure and the onset of labor.
And lo, if there isn’t a storm system coming through at the end of this week, followed by a pressure spike.
So somehow I’ve been reduced to weather-watching in the hopes that I can somehow predict the unpredictable.
I can only imagine how much worse this will get once I pass my due date.