Miss Crabby Pants

I should have known. I tried really hard not to get my hopes up for another 37 week or even a 38 week baby. But it happens. You get tired, uncomfortable, and you get ready for this baby. What happens? Nothing.

I have had all kinds of contractions and a couple good false labor episodes. One even kept Jerry home from work.

I have come up with all kinds of theories why it doesn't progress to real labor. Stress, clenched jaw & other things I am doing are why I haven't gone into labor yet. It's my fault.

But actually, logically there is nothing I can do. The baby will come when it is ready and done baking. The question is why can't I just let go and let nature run its course?

Well if you need to know two things about me, know this, I am not patient and I am a control freak. Do you see how I am becoming Miss Crabby Pants?

This morning I joked about still being pregnant next weekend and I saw a look of horror creep up on poor Jerry's face. This wouldn't be good for anyone.