There are only 24 days left before my due date or to leave accounts, as they say. Finally, after almost nine months, The great moment is comming.
It has been two weeks since they sent me to rest, which, in fact, I only completed the first week and halfway. Mothers of the world: don't follow my example!
Fortunately, I am already going through week 37, so if I was born now it would be a “term” birth, which already leaves me much calmer.
Sometimes, it seems that childbirth is imminent and others, that the girl is so comfortable in there that she has no plans to come to this world at the moment. A few days ago we had a false birth alarm. With contractions every ten minutes for three hours, my husband and I left at dawn to the hospital to get out of doubt, but with the feeling that this was not the time. So it was. Back home.
From there my husband forces me to wear a watch on my wrist, which I never do, to control the frequency of contractions.
But let's talk about feelings. On the one hand, I feel the anxiety of meeting her, seeing her face and having her already in my arms.
But on the other hand, I am very nostalgic to know that soon there will be no more guts, that it will no longer be inside me moving and that the exclusive benefit that only mothers have is over.
I'll tell you how it goes. Maybe next time we will be two.
