hysterical pregnancy? May 31, 2007
A Vol Abroad is now more than a week overdue with her first baby, and she’s beginning to wonder whether SHE’S REALLY PREGNANT OR ALL or whether, like Mary Tudor, it might all be in her head.
Here’s hoping she goes into labor before Monday, when she’s set to have an induction. I’ve never gone past my due date, but from what I understand, those past-due date days are the longest of your life.
I think my mother told me I was several weeks overdue before she finally popped me out… I’ll have to ask her.
I was given a Sept. 2 due date. You were born Sept. 25.
I went to 42w2d with my second and definitely was starting to wonder if it was really a baby in there.
I went to 42 weeks with my son. I was actually thrilled, because we moved across the country at 33 weeks, lived in my in-laws’ spare room for the next 5 weeks, and moved into a home at 38 weeks.
Our furniture arrived at almost 39 weeks, and we spent the next 3 weeks (never knowing whether he would come THAT NIGHT) doing crazy incidental things like, oh, setting up our bed and the crib.
I swear he knew. He understood we needed a little extra time. Now if only *I* had known he was content to wait, I could have saved myself a lot of anxiety.
I went to 42 weeks, 2 days with my second…I was at the point where I was refusing to leave the house and my husband worked from home…everywhere I went, total strangers stared at me because I was so enormous and didn’t hesitate to ask personal questions. I was so tempted to say “Would you care to look at my cervix and see how dilated I am?”
And at my dh’s office, it was a constant parade of people going “No baby yet?!? Aren’t they going to induce??” Of course all that started weeks before I was even due.
Yep, those were definitely the longest sixteen days of my life.