Now would be an ideal time to have the baby. Simon is off this weekend (not next weekend), he is currently on a pretty forgiving rotation (not the case with the next one), my mom is coming to town to watch Julia soon, it is getting increasingly difficult to find someone to watch Julia during my appointments (I made the mistake of taking her once -- nightmare on neverever again street) and I need to spare you fine folk anymore cellular/tum/mirror snaps. Exclamation points.
But...I'm only 1/4 idiot and I know that's not the way these things work. I guess I just stupidly assumed the baby would similarly time his/her gestational expiration date to that of Julia's which was ... stupid.
In a moment (or twenty) of desperation yesterday I made these and they procured nary a contraction. In fact, if possible my formerly plentiful Braxtons have come to an almost complete halt.
However, I'm not suffering from any chronic back pain that can be so common at this point in pregnancy, my former heartflamage has completely disappeared and I'm getting ample and adequate sleep so I really shouldn't be in any sort of harried bebe hurry...I guess. I remember how draining and shocking the first few nights punctuated by needy newborn screams c/o newborn little J were and I know the old (albeit annoying) adage that 'babies are easier to take care on the inside!' (smiiiiiiiiile/polite chuckle) is very true.
But patience isn't my prettiest virtue, I can feel multiple stretch marks ready to attack attach attack attach and with every passing hour I imagine the baby padding him/herself with more ounces and I fear the birth of a ten pounder is imminent.
So you see ... now ... would be the ideal time to have the baby. We'll see what Cruella the Obstetrician has to say this morning. I have my bets placed somewhere between 'see you next week' and 'see you the week after that'. I'll let you know. I never don't.