I know I have no real place to be impatient– number one, I’m not the carrying parent, and really if anyone gets to complain about pregnancy taking F O R E V E R it should be MamaRae. Number two, we don’t hit 40 weeks until this next Monday, Sept 8. But I’m starting this new job, and I’ve been really anxious about not being available RIGHT AWAY when MamaRae goes into labor. Nevermind the fact that I’m still in orientation and training and so leaving early or calling in to miss a shift is not a huge deal. Nevermind the fact that I was completely up front with management at every stage of the hiring process, and every person I’ve talked to has been very supportive of my position. Nevermind the fact that labor doesn’t (usually) happen the way it’s shown on TV, all fast and furious (MamaRae plans to play video games through early labor. It’s ok if I miss the first 20 minutes of that). Nevermind any of those things, I’m anxious, and when I get anxious, logic doesn’t help. The only thing that will help is the removal of the stressor– in this case, either quitting the job (not an option) or the baby coming out (preferable!). So. I’m excited. I can’t wait to meet my baby. And I’m anxious and can’t wait for Bug to be born just so I can stop stressing out every time I go in to work.
In completely unrelated news, I made a playlist on Spotify of chill music for early labor. I’ve been listening to it on a loop. You can find it here: Little Rainbow Bug