Wow time is passing fast...
Contractions 5 minutes apart, 1 minute long.
So...I'm too fat to deliver at this hospital...that's right. Too fat. My BMI is high because of the water I'm retaining because of the high BP. Isn't that swell? Oh well. ...I honestly don't give two craps...I'm too tired and shaky to care and it does mean that Ayesha will be able to use my birth in her studies which is awesome.
It also means that if I have a caesarean, he can stay with me in recovery which is great.
Simon's not here yet but he must VERY nearly be. When he gets here we'll be leaving so all will be quiet for a while.
A Small Warning
While Simon and I are doing this to keep our friends/family/acquaintences in the know and so that we can remember the experience - we know that a great many people forget the insane emotions that go through them at a time like this. They remember joy, nervousness and excitement but tend to forget things like annoyance, anger and exhaustion. This is also a little bit of an experiment for us as well as (hopefully) a bit of reality for someone else out there who wants a bit of a real play-by-play of the emotional rollercoaster of childbirth and parenting. ...granted, I know that my experience is only one...but hey...still worth trying.
That said, not all of this blog is going to be happy and shiny. There will be some real, raw emotions here and we're going to express them pretty openly. We hope that this doesn't make anyone feel as if we're in any way unhappy about the birth of our son or that we're somehow not excited or don't love him. For us, this is the reality of things that people don't really talk about or express. I think that is extremely important to remember.
We may use foul language. ...you're warned.
That said, not all of this blog is going to be happy and shiny. There will be some real, raw emotions here and we're going to express them pretty openly. We hope that this doesn't make anyone feel as if we're in any way unhappy about the birth of our son or that we're somehow not excited or don't love him. For us, this is the reality of things that people don't really talk about or express. I think that is extremely important to remember.
We may use foul language. ...you're warned.
I haven't heard from you in 2 hours..... It's driving me nuts. I'm starting to get worried.... I'm wondering if Simon has your phone..... I might try to call.
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