So, funny story. This past week I was PRETTY CERTAIN my water broke. Like, I told Reese that we should maybe put the bags in the car and everything.
It was urine.
Most of you are probably like “You can keep those details to yourself, Ky.” but I thought I’d share because I’m all about presenting myself in the best light possible.
I’m only 38 weeks into this whole “pregnancy thing”, but this is the first time that I legitimately was unsure if I had peed or not. All these years I have been taking advantage of the fact that I had control over my bladder. If I had only known.
Fingers crossed that the next time that happens it’s amniotic fluid coming out of me.
That’s a weird sentence.
On to the important topic:
Let’s get this baby out!
According to my dream I had wayyy back at the beginning (I think around Christmas), this little nugget should be popping out very shortly. On the 26th, to be exact. There is also a full moon coming up on Thursday. I do 25 squats every time I go to the bathroom – which is a lot – in hopes that things will speed up the process. The official due date isn’t until July 8 though, and sadly I’ve come to terms with the fact that since I am late to everything, this baby is more than likely also going to be late just to spite me. Sounds like my smart-alec kid already!
A good sign that the baby is coming soon is when it “drops”. I can safely say with certainty, that this is the first (and only) time I’m patiently waiting for something to sag. I mean really. Let’s do this already. I’ve been told that this is when you really have to pee a lot. And frankly I don’t see how things could be any different than how they are now. If I’m going to pee even more, then let’s consider it a good thing that I work from a laptop because I may as well set up shop in there.
Honestly it may even be a good thing to do anyways for “the breaking of the waters”. If that even happens.
Did you know sometimes it doesn’t?
I should probably be relaxing and enjoying the last few moments of worry-free life, but instead I’m drinking all the liquids (wishing they were mixed drinks) and driving Reese Goebel crazy with name ideas and gender ideas and my complaints that my thighs touch now when I walk. I know he really does love me, but I’m pretty sure he’s ready for a change in topic.
Maybe next time I write a post there will be a baby. But probs not.
Oh and about that. We’ll see when the next post is after the baby does come. There’s a good chance it may be a while. I know you are all sooooo bummed about that. 😉