My due date has come and gone. It’s now too late to be early, or even on time. Evelyn is officially late.
I’ve had a few of the supposed signs that labour is very near… you may wish to stop reading if you are of a queasy disposition…
I’ve had cramps and pain in the groin area. I’ve had the odd isolated strong contraction or Braxton Hicks, and lots of little ones. I’ve passed my mucus plug. The baby is sitting very low, with her head down, in a good position for birthing.
Everything, in short, is ready to go – but she isn’t going!
I’m feeling frustrated and disappointed and bored. Also helpless. Restless, despite my tiredness. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what will help pass the time. I’m a big bundle of meh.