I am currently pregnant with my first child, but not for long. As of tomorrow I am officially "due." If my child continues to be as stubborn as her parents hopefully we will have an induction scheduled by the end of the week. It almost doesn't seem real, as if I'll never actually give birth and become a parent. I'm ready for it, but it is an unknown and I don't do well with unknowns. I'm a planner, thanks Mom.
You would think I would be most nervous about the whole pushing the kid out thing...but no. I'm such a wuss that what I'm most afraid of is having the stupid IV needle in my hand the whole time. I won't be able to look at my hand for however many hours it's in there. One look at a needle stuck in my skin and I loose it.
The ONE and ONLY time in my life I have given blood I sobbed like a baby because I looked at the needle. My poor husband, who was my boyfriend at the time, talked me into giving blood. He gave all the time as does my mother who works as a donor recruiter at a blood bank. One of my brothers had to receive several units of blood after an accident so I know the importance of donating. It's something I support others doing, just not a fan myself. After he watched me fall apart he vowed never to ask me to do it again.
I'm hoping she comes before the induction. I'm rather uncomfortable and probably moody these days. I know she will come when she comes but...
Reagan, this is your official eviction notice: get out!