Made It Through Sunday, Just Not Off The Couch

Well it's Monday and still no baby. Cramping but no contractions at least not yet anyways. I guess you could call yesterday a lazy day. I made it to the couch but never made it off of it. Kept my feet up, relaxed as best as I could, even took an hour nap. Nothing spectacular or out of the ordinary. Just tired. Ready to do this. Ready to be done. I guess I never really understood how pregnant women at this stage in the process could feel this way. I now have a new found respect for my preggers-in-waiting. I get it now. You are just so tired of feeling this way, waiting, not knowing, that it starts to drive you crazy. My body is shot, my brain is shot and I am just cranky because I feel numb all over from the constant cramping all the time (by the way today is day 8 of this!). I keep telling myself it is all worth it. That this too shall pass. That in the grand scheme of 9 months 8 days is nothing. That 8 days is much worse than a few hours of labor and that 9 months is far shorter than the rest of my life spent with my little girl. I keep reminding myself of my personal positive mantra: I am doing this, I am doing this! Not just I can do this because this may put some doubt in my mind while birthing. I cant turn back the hands of time and go um no I really don't want to do this but thanks. Nor can I say can we just skip this part and go to the happy pleasantries after she is born and clean and pink and less wrinkly. I am fully committed whether I like it or not and I AM going to HAVE to do this. So a couple of more hours, maybe a couple of more days. Sophia will be her soon. (For my sake I sure hope so!!!)