On Tuesday in the evening we went to bed, but I could not fall asleep. I had painful cramps in my tummy. Edward was already deep in his sleep, but I had to get off the bed and go to the living room as could not stand the pain no more. I did feel slightly better when was I walking from one corner to another across the room, but bump kept on contracting quite often and painfully. I’ve even downloaded the application on my phone for tracking contractions. I was also feeling super cold – had shivers and needed toilet every few minutes.
I was so sure I was going into labour.
To my own surprise I started panicking. Was so scared of the pain, of the whole delivery process, that I was just quietly praying for all this to stop and for me to wake up still pregnant in the morning… After nearly two hours of struggling, I went back to bed (still convinced, that I will have to get up for the hospital soon) and managed to fall asleep. When I woke up to the bathroom at night, I still had braxton hicks, but they were not painful no more. So in the morning I woke up still pregnant, just as I wished!
However now, after thinking of that night over and over again, I do find myself silly. Sooner or later that day is gonna come and I really had enough of looking and feeling like a hippopotamus. Most importantly I am so curious to see our mini one, who hides in mummy’s tummy, causes all those terrible heartburns, kicks my ribs or has hiccups ever so often (poor thing).
At home everything is on stand by – ready for baby’s arrival: