It's really sad when you look at your one year old who is playing quietly on the floor and all you can think about is your birth experience with her and how at the time it seemed so easy. (Haha yeah right)
It's really sad when every twinge and every ache makes you jump up and down (figuratively because as of now with this baby's huge head in your pelvis that is quite literally impossible) in anticipation of labor.
And it's really sad when you stare across the street
(because that's where the hospital is, *like literally across the street)
^^^^^^^^^ SEE ^^^^^^^^^^^
longingly wishing you were there instead of your comfy home.
Yes, this is all very sad.
But it is my life.