Pip continues to be a little tease. At about 4.30pm I started having some more stomach tightenings and contractions. By 6.30pm they were still happening and I was getting some other sharper pains ‘down there’. Yet by 9.30pm they had disappeared and all I am left with is a sense of discomfort and a foul mood.
I feel a little like when I was desperate to be pregnant but knowing that I couldn’t do anything about it. Not quite as out of control as that felt, as, I guess, one way or the other this baby will eventually come out, but I also feel infuriated that I feel my body is playing tricks on me.
I did go out, this afternoon, for lunch. In a cafe just up the road. Whilst there, I admired a new born baby in a pram dressed in a suit covered in carrot prints. The baby’s mother was also booked to have a natural birth in the local birth centre and then when her baby was overdue had to have a c-section. She told me that it wasn’t what she planned or wanted but that in the end it didn’t matter and the staff at the hospital were fantastic and the care excellent.
I am trying to distract myself, to relax, to enjoy these last few days of peace and quiet. But all this unknown, how, when and so on, makes it nigh on impossible to switch off. I know that I am not alone in feeling like this, but still, I feel so cross.