A growing sense of desperation.
The books give out after week 40. You've moved off the pregnancy map. You're now even further than the never mentioned 10th month. Here be baby eating monsters.
Even though every damn book you're ever going to read on the subject says that a baby is considered to be 'term' at any time from 38 - 42 weeks, as soon as you hit 40 weeks people will start asking you when you're going to be induced. (Answer: If and when it's medically indicated)
Most people, including a lot of medical professionals, would describe me as being post dates by 7 days even though, by their own definition of a full term baby, I should still have a week before I'm considered remotely over due. Not to mention that the average length of gestation for a first time mum is something like 41+3.
And it's frustrating and a bit depressing and you begin to feel that you're letting every-one down. Which is odd because surely this is something that really only concerns mother and baby?
This week has really not been the best for me actually (which I'm sure has been obvious to my nearest and dearest). It culminated in a full on wobbly/melt down on Tuesday which saw Spidermonkey staying home with me on Wednesday to make sure I a) was ok and b) didn't eat 14kgs of chocolate (isn't he lovely?) and my parents offering to fly 2000km to keep me company (aren't they lovely too?). I told them it wasn't necessary. By this stage I was beginning to feel like something of a tool. (What? I haven't had PMS for the better part of a year. I can have one outburst.)
So, I decided to try some acupuncture to see if it would get things moving. It hasn't but it was an interesting experience none-the-less.
A few notes -
I've heard it doesn't hurt. It does. It's not excruciating but it's quite unpleasant. He put a needle in my hand which paralyzed it for a while until I complained and he pulled the needle out a bit.
It's very weird to have some one push pins into you, attach a battery to some of them and give you mild electrical shocks while Chinese meditation music is playing. Any imaginings I had previously about pins and electricity featured either a prison torture scene or a lot more leather.
He gave me some sort of DIY acupuncture band-aids. They're little sticky squares with pins in them which I'm wearing on my hands and legs. I can push them and cause myself pain! Ahh, the fun never starts.
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To quote someone's signature on JB "Overdue, I'm not a library book!"
It's a shame the acupuncturist didn't do what the acupuncturist did when I went to see one. Didn't use any needles at all (yes, odd) and just used laser to treat my knee problems. That and some small herbal cigarette type things he placed on my knees and set alight to draw out the poison.
But as discussed yesterday - it's simply that Troggers wants to give you the best show ever and the reason he doesn't seem to be coming out in a "timely manner" is that he's still in rehearsals. Plus I heard Susie is making some last minute adjustments to his top hat. He wants more sparkles!
Big hugs for you and I hope that eggplant parmigana does something for you - simply to ease your mind and not have you worried about what might happen after Saturday if he hasn't declared opening night yet.
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