As a disclaimer, not advice on the blog. At all. I put myself out there publically & fully expect & appreciate feedback.
It’s the “advice” at work from the accounting assistant. In the coffee shop from the teenager behind the counter. From my father-in-law, who knows nothing of birth or childbearing. On Facebook.
I am exhausted of this conversation:
Friend/Family/Stranger: “Have you had the baby yet?”
Me: “No, not looking like it for another week or two!” You know, blase. Not stressed out, just taking it all in stride.
Friend/Family/Stranger: “He could come anytime!! You never know!” ::wink wink nudge nudge::
EFF. OFF.
I know. I’m over-reacting. People mean well & at my core, I appreciate their desire to reassure & encourage me. But NOTHING makes my hormones flare like unsolicited advice when I’m just. trying. to. keep. my. damn. cool. When I spend my entire brain power flip-flopping from being so incredibly frustrated that I have not progressed in 3 weeks versus knowing I can go from 0-10 cm in mere hours. It’s mentally exhausting, so when you toss hormonal over-reaction into the equation…I feel like I’m 2.5 seconds away from exploding.
Because I KNOW that labor can happen with no symptoms. But 3 days away from my due date, 2 days in a row in the doctor’s office, & still ZERO progress…I start feeling overwhelmed. Like I’m drowning in pregnancy. Like I will NEVER EVER have this baby. & although I know that’s borderline medically impossible, a flippant retort from my doctor that I could “easily” be pregnant another two weeks sent me right over the edge. I cried the entire way home.
Because yesterday, for the first time, I felt READY to meet my son. & the disappointment & dashing of that dream made me feel like I was sinking & drowning in this pregnancy.
So accounting assistant, unless you are an OB that moonlights as a number-cruncher, don’t pat my arm condenscendingly & tell me that most babies are late & not to worry. Because people don’t really know when they get pregnant. BITCH, I DO KNOW.
