I don’t know if it’s the 105 degrees or the 40 weeks, 4 days but I don’t even recognize my feet anymore.
I can barely walk, which is what is really making life difficult right now.
Although I am trying to stay active and I even hobbled through the store today.
I’m reminded of a very particular moment during J’s birth when I was tired and weary of the contractions and seemed stuck at a “low” number (six, I believe it was). A friend of mine thought she wanted to come to the birth but when we called at 3 or whatever it was, she decided to stay home. And I so badly wanted to trade places with her and sleep in a nice warm, soft bed.
And here I am in the opposite position. Wishing for the active part of labor to begin so I can get out of this puffy suit.
All in due time though. All in due time.