I watched yesterday's "One Born very Minute" which is a fly on the wall documentary about a labour ward here in the UK. I force Boyfriend to sit with me so I can ask questions if needs be - my voice becomes very high-pitched, a bit panicky and the words "why?", "What's that?", "What's she doing that for?" are mixed with "Oh My God!", "I can't watch!" and "That's Gross!!" while clinging to Boyfriend's side. Boyfriend, on the other hand, usually sighs and pats my hand or shoulder gently but you can tell he's laughing inside... Rat-Bastard!
Anyway, I don't know if it was because it's getting so close to my own moment of screaming, dilating and all that's included or if it was because I could really relate to one couple that was on last night. But I cried more than they did when their little baby girl was born.
It's a bit too close for comfort now. Apparently most women are fed up at this point of the pregnancy and just wants it over and done with. Even though I'm excited to see who pops out I know I'll miss my tummy and feeling Baby move around or show his/her annoyance every time I sneeze or cough by kicking the shit out of my ribs... I love it!
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