He’s been in my life for 41 weeks and 2 days now. That’s pretty much 9 and 1/2 months of growing a human from a teeny, tiny cell; nearly 6936 hours of carrying him with me everywhere I go.  1 week and 2 days of being officially overdue.

It’s come as no surprise that Little B is still firmly tucked away.  I was overdue by a whopping 12 days with Big B, so I think I knew that he would keep me waiting too. It’s hard not to accept some false hope though, when friends, other mums and even strangers exclaim that you’ll be early, because of the size of your bump (yes, really!)

At over a week past his due date, Little B is fully-baked.  That means I’m second-guessing every ache in my back, twinge or the tiniest cramp. Every night I put my son to bed, I wonder if he’ll wake up in the morning as an official big brother. Every kiss goodbye at the school gate in the morning, I question if it’ll be me picking him up that day, or will it be an emergency phone call to Nanny to collect him instead?

Hooray, I’m Overdue!…

…said no one ever.

Naturally, we have been counting down the weeks and days until his due date, so I’m more than aware that he’s overdue now. Little B has been constantly in my thoughts since the middle of January when we found out about him! I’ve been receiving a barrage of daily messages from a handful of people since 38 weeks, so I think it’s time to hide my ‘last seen’ on Whatsapp now! I know they are only doing it because they care, but I don’t need a reminder that I’m heavily pregnant, still.

I’ve been pondering about our new arrival, in the weeks leading up to my due date; and in the handful of days I’ve been overdue, my mind has gone into overdrive. What will he look like? Will he be a blonde, blue-eyed boy like his brother and his dad? Will he have any hair when he’s born? What funny little quirks will he have? Will he be cheeky like his brother? I am so excited to meet this little man and get to know him. I was monitored in hospital for a short amount of time this week, after a little scare.  Thankfully everything is okay, but now I just want him out here in the world so I can see he’s okay with my own two eyes!

Labour, Birth and Being Induced

In an ideal world, my contractions would start at home and I’d breathe through them for a while before having to head to hospital. I’d have some gas and air, slip into a nice, warm pool at around 7cm and out he pops shortly after. Wouldn’t that be nice?! I’m not naive enough to think it will ever go to plan, although I am trying to think positively.  I’m very flexible when it comes to birth because it can be so changeable at any time.  I’d love to do things the way I have envisioned, but as long as we’re safe, then I’ll go with whatever is advisable at the time.

I’ve been booked in for an induction now, which at least gives us another date to count down to, rather than leaving us in the limbo that we’re currently in.  I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I will be attending that appointment.  Little B’s brother came at the last hour before I was due to be induced though, so I know there is still time for him to make an appearance by himself too.

Getting My Body Back

I feel no guilt in saying I can’t wait for this body I’m currently sharing, to be my own again. It’s not because I care about weight loss or appearance.  Carrying a baby takes its toll on your body after so long!

Everything hurts now, constantly.  Perhaps it’s because I started at a different size or because my body changed after my first baby.  Or simply because I’m that bit older. If there’s an ache or pain to be had, I’m feeling it. Lower back pain? Check. Pelvic girdle pain? You betcha. It takes me a while to get out of bed because everything around my pelvis seizes up. I’m longing to lay on my front at night and take less frequent trips to the toilet!

Despite the morning sickness, the exhaustion and the aches and pains, I’ve loved being pregnant. I feel privileged to have been able to have grown this little man out of, well, not a lot, really. I’m so excited to meet him. We all are— especially his big brother (who has been very patient, since learning about his new role!) I’ll miss seeing his little kicks. Feeling his hiccups. I’ll miss him squirming around when I have something cold or sugary. But for all the things I’ll miss, there are a million more that I’m excited for, once he’s here!

Come on, Little B. We are ready!

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