Tuesday, May 30

This waiting is killing me..

I know I am in no position to complain. 

I'm not the one who's having contractions. 
I'm not the one stuck in hospital. 
I'm not the one who is going to have to squeeze out a baby through an opening roughly the size of a lemon. 

But Christ, this whole pregnancy and awaiting labour stuff seems long winded now.  I've been lied to by television and film again!  In the media, the woman is pregnant, she starts having contractions, they make a dash to the hospital (in, usually, a comedy manner, optionally with a police escort) and a few hours later baby pops out.  What they don't have on telly is a whole month of being in and out of hospital, before a consultant says "let's induce the baby" (which is, again, going to take at least 6 to 12 hours, possibly) leading to a basic inability to plan any further ahead than your next piss.

I'm sure when junior arrives, I'll smile continually for a week but, at this moment in time, this waiting around for it to be evicted from it's womb is a nightmare.

Surely it was all a lot easier when the Stork just turned up with the newborn baby?  It all went wrong when he got made redundant, I tell thee.

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