Today was the day. The one that the doctor writes on a piece of paper next to the word congratulations nine months prior to today. The day that you are told you will get to meet the newest member of your family, get to lay on your stomach again, lose the 30 lb front side that you have grown, and be able to go out for a decent run again.
It came and went.
I realize that there is nothing special about a date. It's just an estimate. One that they say could be up to TWO weeks off.
I feel like I've done my part. I'm out doing my Galloway-style 2 to 4 mile walk/run/walk every day in the 115 degree heat. I'm sitting here at 4 a.m. eating my leftover EXTRA spicy Pei Wei pad thai, I'm working on my third cup of raspberry leaf tea, I'm doing calisthenics in my living room making my neighbors downstairs love me even more. I have tried everything I can find to do to make this baby want to join us in the world.
Nothing.
He is apparently very comfortable resting his little head on my bladder. I'm sure it makes a great pillow.
I try not to let it worry me that perhaps my girl parts just don't want to function the way that I assume they were made to work. I lay awake at night realizing that last time they didn't want to work either and I was given some Pitocin to try and make them do their job. I should have just planned for that this time, except I got my hopes up when they told us, "He's large. We could be a week off so think about having him on the 9th." I did think about having him on the 9th and thoguht that it was a great idea. He didn't though. He didn't like any of the dates that they gave us.
It would make me feel better if my husband's schooling was a little bit more flexible on him, but when they put the pressure on him trying to figure out why I haven't had this child yet and that it was promised to be here on or before the 15th so as not to interfere with their call schedule, it makes me worry that much more. These are OB people that he's working with. Seems like they should understand that it's hard to plan for things like this. Apparently that is not the case. There does not seem to be as much understanding as you would think.
So here we sit.
Spicy food, tea, exercise ball, and me. Awake at 4 a.m. Contemplating my next move.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
D-Day
Posted by honestgrl at 2:14 AM
Labels: Hurry up...and wait.
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5 comments:
wow, you look sooo skinny. you have lied to me all this time. you should be happy to look like that! Good job and congrats early.
This makes zero sense to me. You'd think that they'd be the most understanding! Good grief! Tell them to shut it.
Just think of it this way, yes you're a day past your due date, but it's one more day to maybe sleep in peace... and one more day when you don't have to worry about changing a diaper.. and stuff. :-)
You do look really sexy! A sexy prego momma!
She forgot to mention that we're having sex - raspberry leaves, exercise, spicy food and sex. I just wanted everyone to know that I'm doing my part, too.
You're welcome.
Wow, mental picture I want deleted NOW! hehehe.
Sorry your little baby boy hasn't arrived yet. I came to your blog specifically to see when the last posting was to try and figure out if you were in the hospital or not. ;)
I just watched the season finale of 16 and pregnant (I cried) and decided that I don't think that I have the guts to have a baby - Josh says he wouldn't have the guts to even be in the room... You're awesome to have knowingly put yourself in that position! No pun intended...hehehehe
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