Huh? Excuse me doc, but I thought you said that February 12th was the due date. Isn’t that less than two weeks? When your waistline has reached 45 inches, two days makes a big difference!
I guess we can disregard the count down on the right side of the blog.
So
when will he get here? Your guess is as good as mine. As life has a way of producing humor that we can only learn to appreciate later in life; pick the seemly most inconvenient date and that will be the day. We are expecting snow this evening. I was thinking this morning that snowy weather would be prime delivery weather; after all, Christian was delivered on a snowy day in May! However, there’s NO change in dilation. Let’s see, Cubby has labs on Friday; that may be the day. Dr. McDonald will be out of town this weekend, so the odds for a birth this weekend increase exponentially. Of course, the fact that Grandparents are due in next week and their visit ends on the 13th insures that we will be having a Valentine’s Day baby after all, as Bailey once predicted.
If a raging sinus infection doesn’t add to the stress caused by uncertainty of arrival, perhaps the completely flat tire that I drove home on, in the chilly rain, while accompanied by an irritable four year old, is the perfect icing on the day.
Okay, I am finding my center. Having had the opportunity to hear the baby’s heart and knowing that while I am seeking to place myself under undue stress, our baby is doing fine and all other vital signs are wonderful is my greatest calming influence of the day. I also owe thanks to Cubby, who after silently listening to me vent, said that everything would be okay.