The Monday Blues

Today was a hard day.  Honestly, I hate to admit that, but I guess I’m only human.  I think I’m just getting so anxious and excited for Addy and Lilly to get here.  In a way I can’t help but wish the girls would make their grand entrance RIGHT NOW.  Although I know I need to wait, it’s hard. Now that the delivery date is set and getting closer, the days seem to be getting longer!  As much as I love counting down the days, I kind of envy the woman who’s water breaks in Wal-Mart (remember I live in the Midwest, everyone goes to Wal-Mart) and she rushes to find her way to the hospital.  Isn’t that how pregnancy is portrayed in movies all the time?  You know, the wife yelling at the husband to get the hospital bag, the husband looking panicked and all retarded and stuff….

Ok, well maybe that’s not exactly how I want my labor to begin, but I’m a women, the grass is always greener on the other side, right?

My contractions are getting stronger every day.  The nurses keep asking me on a scale of 1-10 how bad to they hurt.  I swear it’s the hardest question to answer.  When I have a contraction I can’t seem to summon a thought, I just want it to stop and I try to take deep breaths until it’s over.  So far I can only explain my contractions in which type they are.  Some feel like cramping in my lower stomach, uncomfortable, but nothing to fret over.  Others feel like tightening all over my stomach and when this happens all I can think about is having the tightening stop and depending on how long they are, they can take my breath away.  The worst ones are the contractions that start in my stomach and continue through my lower back.  These contractions completely take my breath away and make me take deep breaths without even thinking about it.  I will never know how these contractions compare to the contractions that a woman feels during pregnancy.  (Well, actually I’m pretty sure that they don’t compare at ALL, but you get what I’m saying.)

16 days to go.