We bought a house, a double wide to be exact. I haven’t slept for months after purchasing it, I worry all the time, and now I have “house contractions”. Do I think of the finished house sitting at the ranch? NO WAY- I’m finding movers, contractors, electricians, plumbers. Then I remember this feeling.
I remember when I was pregnant with ReeRee. Type 1 diabetic, the doctors, the appointments, the planning, the prepping, the overwhelming-ness of controlling bloodsugars.
I never thought of a live wiggly baby until Month 9. I was too overwhelmed with the preparation to think of the final product. Then you get your first contraction- the practice ones (I can’t think what they are called).
Then you realize… oh sh!t! I’m not ready for a baby. Pre-eclampsiaat 37 weeks! I’m not ready for things to go awry!
Now I have house contractions. The movers have started splitting the house. The 100 sq foot mudroom that was added on fell to pieces when they picked it up.
CONTRACTIONS! AWRY! AHHH!
