I figured it would be better for my sanity if I just assumed this baby would come late.
You see, so far I have a flawless track record:
Aaron: due July 20th; arrived July 29th; 9 days late
Maxwell: due February 19th; arrived March 1st; 10 days late
Bradley: due September 17th; ultrasound adjusted to September 28th; arrived September 23rd; so 5 days early, but technically 6 days late
For months, I was content with the idea of an early June baby. I love the month of June! I love the numbers 1-5! It seemed like a perfect time to have a baby, and I was happy to wait for it.
But then my hips started disintegrating. And I couldn't roll over in bed. And every time I got out of bed, I hobbled around like an old lady. The baby's head started pushing against my bladder, and I found myself in the bathroom an unreasonable number of times. And if I didn't get in there soon enough, a wave of contractions began. I became grumpy, emotional, irrational.
And that is how, without so much as a backward look, I cast away all my good feelings about a June baby and planted all my hopes in May.
I now find myself fantasizing daily, hourly even, about going into labor:
Wouldn't it be awesome if I was just standing in line here at the grocery store, and my water broke? A little embarrassing perhaps, but I'll take it.
[In the middle of the night]: Well, I'm not doing anything at the moment. It'd be a great time to meet this little guy!
I've had like five contractions in thirty minutes! True, they didn't feel like much, but this could just be the beginning . . . or I might just need to go to the bathroom.
May 12, 2014 . . . what a lovely sounding birthday. Let's see, it's 3:11. If my contractions begin now, I could easily have this baby here before midnight.
I'm beginning to drive myself completely batty. (And if I'm going batty, I don't know what I'm doing to poor Mike. It's hard to live with a batty pregnant lady.)
To counter this, I try and remind myself of all the reasons, I don't want this baby to come yet:
- My piano students are all ready for their recital . . . oh, wait, that happened on Saturday. In that case, I'm good to go!
- My brother-in-law is getting married on Thursday. Of course I want to be there, but hey, they'll take pictures, right?
- The baby's clothes are all sitting, unfolded, in the dryer. But they are clean and therefore wearable.
- Our friends are still borrowing our bassinet. But their baby is 4.5 months old, and since they're moving later this month, we can pick it up anytime.
- Aaron is in school until June 3rd. But I'm sure I could get some friends or relatives to help with drop off/pick up.
- I haven't packed a bag for the hospital. But it's not like the hospital is two hours away. I can just send Mike home with a list.
- I was going to make a canopy for the car seat. But really, why does it have to be done before the baby gets here?
- I don't want his birthday to be during the week of Mother's Day. Oh well, women have been sharing their day with birthdays for decades. His future wife won't mind, right?
- My house is a disaster. Well, since that's the norm, I probably won't be able to time this baby's arrival during the magical clean five minutes anyway.
. . . but wouldn't it be funny and ironic and awesome if I posted this and then went into labor tonight?!
37 weeks and 3 days, but who's counting?