Dec 12th, 2015
Insanely worried that I am not gonna go into labor on Dec 14th and they’ll induce me and because the start is through artificial means nothing is going to go the way I want.
Evening of Dec 12th, 2015
I and the husband were at the holiday party. Oh you don’t look that someone who’s is due in a day. I still don’t know if that’s a good thing or bad thing.
Night of Dec 13th, 2015
I woke up at 1 AM. I started getting contractions and started bleeding a little. At first I thought this is a temporary thing and is gonna go. Things can’t be this easy, I had pains but they weren’t unbearable.
Early hours of Dec 13th, 2015
We called up the doc and the doc asked us to go to the hospital. We were pretty excited. You are not really invited to the hospital until you are 5 cms dilated or so we were said in our maternity classes. We reached hospital, checkedin, posed for pictures and entered the triage room. After a few hours of triage I was sent home.
Morning of Dec 13th, 2015
How when we were few years away from 30 considered anyone on the other side to be old,boring and to be most probably leading a non-exciting monotonous life? Well the ignorance has now faded way.
There has been a considerable change in me this birthday. Apart from being happily and heavily pregnant, I did not care for my birthday and that for somebody like me is saying something.
With 10s being busy watching the world, 20s spent on building my own world, I believe 30s are for laying back and putting your feet up and taking it all in.
What saddens me though is people who are older than me get older and that they are going to leave me some day. That saddens me. I wish I could freeze them and time and so they’d stay the same. I think I need some more growing up to do to make peace with this way of life.