On Sunday, I was 35 weeks pregnant with 35 days to go. Now, I am 35 weeks pregnant with 33 days to go, and scared as hell. Despite a very rigorous weekend filled with baby showers, massive heat and football games, Paul and I decided to venture out to Ikea to get some more stuff for the baby’s room.
While we were dining, I used the restroom. Imagine my shock (and cold fear) when I wiped and saw pink. I kept thinking, “Pink is bad, pink is bad.” I wiped again, and saw nothing. I wiped a little harder- still nothing. I washed up and went back to our table where Paul was waiting, ready to go. We drove over to the other side of the shopping mall to get to Ikea and I told him what happened. “That’s supposed to be happening, right?” Well, I said, not exactly. The “bloody show”/mucous plug is different from this, and that isn’t until I start dilating, I think. The pink tissue was something different, but possibly a sign of impending labor (I worried).
All throughout our visit to Ikea I kept my mind on my belly, trying to tell if her usual painful movements were contractions or not. Okay, and I also cursed all the guests at the showers who said I was so huge I’d go early. While mentally taking stock of how I was feeling, I also audibly listed all the things we haven’t done yet for her to come home all set up. “I’m not ready for this- we’re not ready! We still need to set up the crib, buy bedding for the crib, wash all her clothes, buy something in a newborn size with legs so she can sit in the car seat- OH, we need to install the car seat! We need the Snap n Go, and diapers and OHMYGODI’MNOTREADY!!!!!!”
Luckily, that was the only time I saw pink on the tissue, and have felt no contractions. Still, I was majorly freaked out. I think Paul is starting to think of things to do that aren’t actually useful. Like going to Babies R Us to get some newborn clothes instead of going to Ikea to get her a bookshelf. Of course, he has also started to nag me about packing my hospital bag. How can I pack a bag with things I need and wear now? I need my camera! I need my toothbrush! I don’t know if I’m having a regular vag birth or a c-sec, so I’d pack pants for a regular and a dress for a c-sec. Books and movies? I read books so fast! I don’t know. I feel like there is so much to do, and not enough time.
