Well, the next time I get pregnant I'm doing (or NOT doing) two things:
1. I'm not telling anyone my exact due date.
2. I'm not getting any exams to find out if I'm dilated, and if I do, I'm not telling anyone else about it! These stupid four - five centimeters can shove it; they're worthless without that hormone that starts contractions!
I have totally jinxed myself and now we're sitting around waiting for a baby to show up four days before her actual due date thinking something must be wrong, when really, everything is just fine! I certainly don't mind all the attention, but my phone has been ringing off the hook and every time I log onto Facebook there's a message from my mother about how to induce labor and 16 notices from other people about "Why haven't you had that baby yet?" I know everyone is excited, but I'm starting to feel like a failure! She'll be here soon enough, people! Quit freaking out!!
*Deep breaths.* Okay, I feel better now. I just have to remember: every day that goes by is just one more day I get to spend with my wonderful husband before she gets here. Yes, it's one more day closer to the end of Spring Break and if I have to go back to school on Monday I might cry, but I'll do it and we'll be just fine. Babies are born all the time; I won't be pregnant forever; she'll be here soon. Soon. Maybe not today or this week, but she can't stay in there until she's 18 (can she?).
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