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The Agony of Waiting

March 3, 2014

Since going ‘overdue’, every day has become that little bit more difficult.

To anyone who hasn’t experienced this before, I apologise that I probably sound like a bit of an arse. To those who have experienced this before, you probably have a good insight into the way I’m feeling right now.

Ok, so to set the scene: Imagine that something important is happening. You’re expecting a visitor, so-to-speak. You’ve waited more than nine months for the visitor to arrive, spent a lot of time preparing for them. Only, you can’t really know exactly WHEN they’ll arrive. You can’t google it, you can’t send scouts out to look for their impending approach like in a cowboy film, even the experts can’t tell you when your visitor will bestow you with their presence. You just have to wait.

However, you can’t really make too many concrete plans, just in case said visitor shows up. Also, the visit itself is so important that you actually start to lose motivation to do small stuff you could probably get done whilst waiting because all your mental energy is focused on the ‘big rendezvous’.

Oh yeah and on the subject of mental energy: You really can’t wait to meet your visitor but you know that in order to do so, you’re going to have to go through some seriously crazy shit. You’ll probably even suffer immense physical pain, the likes of which you’ve never experienced before. So you actually fear the onset of his or her arrival somewhat. However, you’re suffering physically anyway with various aches and pains so you’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t and you can’t not anyway because the whole thing is absolutely inevitable, as sure as the sun will rise in the morning.

So yeah, birth is probably agonising but the waiting is potentially just as painful….

5 Comments leave one →
  1. March 3, 2014 22:45

    I remember that wait. For the rest of my life I can tell people how I was nine and a half months pregnant. Hang in there.

  2. hussy permalink
    March 4, 2014 09:23

    Make a prune vindaloo. One of those, and you’ll be lucky if you have any internal organs left.

    • Mama-L permalink*
      March 5, 2014 08:43

      Haha! And I think ring of fire will have a new meaning!!

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