haha. heehee. hoho. Yeah, right.
I am totally hunky-dory with tempting fate and making fun of going into labor before my due date. In fact, there would be quite a few scheduling problems that could be cleared up by having the baby now.
But since it's been almost 12 years since I last went into labor on my own, I'm not holding my breath. I think my body may now be conditioned to wait for a little fake labor hormone prompting before committing to the big show.
Maybe that sounds a little callous --to talk about the arrival of a precious new life in the same way you might talk about a dental appointment --but when you've got five other little people who still need to eat, sleep, get washed and get to school . . . well, it happens. There are a lot of arrangements that need to be made.
We love you, #6!! Now if only you'd let Mom pencil you in on the calendar . . . .
Baby seems to be behaving by already being head down, unlike the previous two occupants who thought it would be funny to flip heads-up at the very end of the third trimester. That's what happens when you try to make your uterus all stretchy and accommodating.
Of course, I scared them right quick into flipping back around when I decided that I'd pop into the hospital to try an external cephalic version, which doesn't sound terribly comfortable for anyone involved. It's better to just do what Mom says from the very beginning, guys.
My doctor likes to joke that my blood pressure is better than hers, so I guess that the throbbing vein I feel when all the kids are scattering to the winds and leaving a mess in their wake is really not a sign that my blood pressure is in danger of making my head explode. Good to know.
Aside from the usual discomfort of the third trimester and the significant hip pain I have experienced since my pregnancy with Sally, I am just playing the waiting game. I should be playing the "dig around in storage for our baby stuff" game, but that doesn't seem to be coming together as well as the waiting around part.
I am curiously unconcerned about all that, given my need to organize just about everything. I think it's probably because I haven't really left the "baby stuff" stage for five years now. We can pretty much host an army of babies at a moment's notice. It feels relaxing and disconcerting at the same time.
Since we are nearing the end, a few of you have asked me about the good old HomeFront Baby Pool. Mostly saying, "The POOL! Are you doing it this time?! You have to, because I'm ready!"
You know I love you for your enthusiasm, right?! It makes these last weeks fun, and it's nice to know that everyone else is as crazy as we are to know what we are having.
So I happily give you the Official 2011 HomeFront Baby Pool!
(Notice I have refrained from calling it the Annual HomeFront Baby Pool, although it feels like that sometimes . . .)
Here are the terms of participation:
1. Leave a comment with your predictions, including baby's birth date, gender, and weight.
2. Comments will be accepted on this post up until my due date, which is May 17th. After that, no more guesses will be accepted.
3. The winner will be the person whose guess is closest in all the categories. You guys are amazing guessers, and in years past the winner has come down to a difference of mere ounces! Rob even has a little winner-choosing logarithm thing worked out, so I leave that to him.
4. The winner will receive a special "Pennsylvania" prize package and a donation made in your honor to one of our favorite local organizations, Mary's Shelter. This place is excellent at offering real, hopeful, life-affirming support to women facing crisis pregnancies. (And they are trying to open a second location very close to my area, so I'd like to help them as much as possible!)
And that's all there is to it, my friends. Once Rob gets home, I'll ask him for his official prediction. Then I'll be sure to post it here, along with mine.
|This was the belly two weeks ago. Now add the three weeks I have left, |
do a little pregnancy math in your head, and make a wild guess.