Psychobabble

Yesterday I had my hopefully last weekly OB appointment. We quite like our doc, but I was NOT happy to be seeing him in his exam room. And the news he had for me was even worse - same as last week. I was depressed. Aaron told me to quit whining. And then he went on to explain that all my fixating on the possibility of labor and complaining about the same 5 things over and over again left no worrying for anyone else, so I should cool it.

Just for the record, here are the 5 things that I've been whining about for the last month or two:

1) Braxton-Hicks contractions, which seem to come on by me walking across the room

2) Magnus's high level of movement, painful at this point

3) Magnus moving WHILE I'm having a Braxton-Hicks contraction

4) A certain foot in my ribs, creating a burning sensation in my chest and a muscle knot by my shoulder blade

5) Having to use the bathroom approximately every half hour.

Also, he seemed to remember that the week I had Ben, I was pretty much acting like normal, not like I was going to give birth at any moment. The day of the big event, I went to a large indoor garage sale, tripped and almost fell on my face (but only hit my knee - and I swear it had NOTHING to do with the fact that contractions started about 6 hours later!), went grocery shopping, and hung up a shower curtain.

All of Aaron's advice might sound kind of heartless, but I have kind of been driving myself crazy this week, so I'm sure he's been along for that fun ride.

Aaron reassures me that HE remembers when my "real" contractions started with Ben, so surely I won't miss them in the swarm of false Braxton-Hicks. And then, that wonderful husband of mine, mentioned us having the baby THREE TIMES in the 6 hours since I stopped verbalizing my obsession.

Instead of limiting my activity "just in case", today I went to a couple of garage sales with the kids, then took them to the park with friends and stayed for the potluck lunch afterwards. It was good for all of our spirits, so we'll see what else I can plan for us to do.

I have a renewed commitment to work on Magnus's baby album, and after THAT I'm going to start on the baby booties I've been avoiding. I'm sure that as soon as I figure the suckers out, he'll decide that he should come try them on! The busier I keep my mind, the faster time will pass, right?

At least I'll feel productive while I'm waiting. A watched teapot never boils, right? We'll see.