There is a variety of patience that is employed while waiting to go into labour (real labour)
Like any moment you could get a knock on your door and open it to a little sprite who tosses water onto your crotch and begins punching you in the uterus at five minute intervals. You won’t really have time to get your ish together and it’s gonna hurt.
Then the doctor gave me a carrot, in the form of a cervix stretching – but it also comes with an almost guarantee I will go into labour no later than next Wednesday.
And suddenly I feel pressured to do so much with this time. Make an awesome playlist, pack and repack my hospital bag, have day dates with my kids, give them all my attention even when they are sick of it, do lots of stretching and food prepping. And napping! And dancing at friend’s weddings!! I’ll try to remember that babies are easier to care for on the inside and all the restless nights of slow crampy flip flopping will help prepare my body for the big day.
So finally I will wait with patience, instead of being prangry. My family is very relieved and I’m off to have a midday bath.