Patience is something everyone woman who is 36 plus weeks pregnant lacks. Every stomach twinge or cramp causes her to take pause and glance at a nearby clock. After months of being sedentary, she has the spontaneous urge for long walks. She demands spicy cuisine, eggplant Parmesan and romaine and vinegar. Every wipe in the bathroom is followed with a quick glance for a mucus plus -- and once embarrassing incontinence is almost welcomed with a glimmer of hope -- what if.... ???
The ninth month. 90 percent of my maternity wear is too small. I asked my eldest to tie my shoes yesterday and I had to sit and catch my breath after climbing a short flight of stairs.
It's no wonder we cling to the hope that sex and semen's minimal percentages of natural pitocin or raspberry leaf tea will be the miracle cure. We know that labor is long and painful, but at this point, it's inevitable and we crave the ending of one form of discomfort for a larger one.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Impatience is NOT a virtue!
Posted by Jamie at 1:08 PM
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