10 days and counting

Yes. Its possible that I have really got 20 days left, but shhhhh. Don't tell the baby that!

I've been keeping busy reading about labour & birth from many different perspectives. I reckonend if you're going to read one piece of advice, read five, because they all bring something different to the table. This week I've been reading "Active Birth" by Janet Balaskas. The edition I'm reading was written in 1983, so only 2 years after I was born, but its got some good stuff in it, as well as very gory, hairy photographs of women in birth [good for scaring Andrew with!!].

My belly stretch "worms" have morphed into snakes, as the baby moves further down, and my pelvis is stretched more than I thought possible!!! I've also been getting warm-up cramps for the past week and a few other physiological signs that my body is getting ready for the eviction of it's little tenant.

I've also found I have only 2 moods at this present stage. There is the almost euphoric, peaceful happy Tab, who can't wait to meet this baby, feels calm and in love with life. The other Tab is grumpy, cranky, irritable and wants the baby to be out already! There is no middle ground!!!

My overall feeling is that this is an incredible, priceless time in my life. When I feel tired, I rest [I have the luxury of no responsibilities!]. When I want to rest but my body won't let me, I remember that its not long left to go. I can never recapture this time and person who I am right now, and while I'm impatient to see the little alien I've only seen in ultrasound, it will come when it is ready and ripe, and that is good enough for me now :) [clearly I'm writing this as 'happy peaceful Tab'].