My due date is one month from yesterday, ohmygawd. I had another "Pip outside of the womb" dream on Saturday night; this time, it was just after the birth (getting closer to dreaming about the actual birth, perhaps?) and whatever drug they had given me was wearing off. I remember feeling intense pain and yelling out that the meds had worn off, and that's about it. No, I don't know what that means either.
I had some lovely long chats with my sister in law this weekend during their visit, and I found it enormously helpful to hear about her experiences with childbirth. We have very similar attitudes about the whole thing and her no-nonsense approach to labour is a welcome change from the alarmist information I keep coming across in books and on pregnancy boards.
Things the books don't tell you #112: although I heard this one from friends, why don't any of the books tell you that you'll be incredibly windy/farty in the third trimester? They'll discuss hemorrhoids, diarrhea, mucus plugs, leaky boobs, and all sorts of potty-related hilarity, but I have never seen a book mention excessive farting. Well ladies, I'm here to tell you that you may fart a lot during pregnancy and it'll amuse your partner to no end. Also, my inner thighs have started hurting lately and I'm not sure what that's about. That one's not in the books either, but I think it's got to do with how I sit and sleep these days. I wrap my legs around my body pillow at night and during the day, I sit with my legs open like a teenage boy hogging up all the space on the bus - and I walk like John Wayne. That's right, I'm a windy waddling cowboy. Pregnancy isn't all images of Demi on the cover of Vanity Fair magazine, you know.
Four and a half more working days to go. I can hardly contain myself. Truly.