As of now, I am 10 days away from my due date.
But, looking at my calendar you’d never know it. I’m keeping life moving along at my usual swift pace.
Over the next week, I’ve got an all-day commitment for a thousand-person event that I’ve been volunteering for, an evening dinner with a group of friends, a job on Monday, some appointments on Tuesday, a few meetings on Wednesday (for potential work), an interview on Thursday… I hope the baby doesn’t decide to make an entrance, it’s not a good week! My sister-in-law told me to take it easy, but what else am I supposed to do? Sit on my couch and wait for my water to break?
I’m happy about my energy, and I feel great, but I also feel extremely GUILTY for living this reality and sharing it with my friends. Plenty of women I know have had complicated pregnancies, and I’ve been unreasonably lucky to have experienced an easy 9-months (so far). Some of my close friends and family tell me that they’re inspired by my “forging ahead” attitude, but I feel like a fraud. Big deal, I haven’t been dealt issues that would test my inner strength! In fact, I’d probably fail if I was put in such a position. I hear common stories about women going on bed-rest, having early contractions/labor scares, dealing with gestational diabetes or worse… how do they do it? These are the real women… the strongwomen… the inspiring women.
I’m just some idiot who got lucky the first time around.
