No Baby Yet
Yeah. No baby yet.
Last night I thought I was going into labor, but, er, not so much. Mark kept asking, "Are those contractions?" And I kept wailing, "I don't know! I've never done this before!" I think they were bladder spasms.
My due date is Friday. Why do I feel like I can handle this when the sun is up, and then the second the sun goes down, am gripped with icy existential terror?
The baby is kicking the bejesus out of me. She must be humongous. I have no need to fill out the kick chart anymore--don't even have to think about it. She is definitely in there. I feel the pressure WAY down there, like she's attempting to exit. I feel like she's pushing to get out, so why am I not going into labor?
Oh, ha: got car-pooled across the Golden Gate Bridge a few days ago (you must have three in the car to cross the Bridge without toll, during certain hours) by a kindly toll booth lady. This thing's paying off already!
Mom is worried that I won't keep her updated on what's happening, so I told her this morning, reassuringly, "Just keep reading the blog--I'm sure I'll be posting a birth announcement." My daughter had better not dream of being so saucy to me, ever! (Let the hypocrisy begin...).
Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh. Sleep deprivation is melting my brain.
Last night I thought I was going into labor, but, er, not so much. Mark kept asking, "Are those contractions?" And I kept wailing, "I don't know! I've never done this before!" I think they were bladder spasms.
My due date is Friday. Why do I feel like I can handle this when the sun is up, and then the second the sun goes down, am gripped with icy existential terror?
The baby is kicking the bejesus out of me. She must be humongous. I have no need to fill out the kick chart anymore--don't even have to think about it. She is definitely in there. I feel the pressure WAY down there, like she's attempting to exit. I feel like she's pushing to get out, so why am I not going into labor?
Oh, ha: got car-pooled across the Golden Gate Bridge a few days ago (you must have three in the car to cross the Bridge without toll, during certain hours) by a kindly toll booth lady. This thing's paying off already!
Mom is worried that I won't keep her updated on what's happening, so I told her this morning, reassuringly, "Just keep reading the blog--I'm sure I'll be posting a birth announcement." My daughter had better not dream of being so saucy to me, ever! (Let the hypocrisy begin...).
Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh. Sleep deprivation is melting my brain.
posted by Sarah Goss at 9:06 PM
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Oh, she'll be that saucy alright! You just wait!
Tom and I have often wished that Maggie qualified as the "third person" for carpooling. Sadly, I think her black fur would give her away, even if she is our baby! One *big* advantage of real babies over dogs..
Heh. Maggie should totally count!
The Golden Gate Bridge toll lady pointed at our car seat and said, "Where's the baby?" Mark pointed to my stomach, and she waved us right on through! I love her, wherever she is....
I know, and I deserve it, Mom.
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