The first time I had a baby, I asked my mother to bring some board games so we'd have something to do while the baby slept.
She's a good mom; she brought the games. She didn't even say anything about how stupid it was for me to think that one has time to play board games with one's family members while nursing a newborn, healing, and, um, moving from Wisconsin to Tennessee.
I kept the games, but now it's been five years and they still haven't been played.
I hope that this time around I am neither as naive pre-birth nor as frustrated after. The baby might not sleep. At all. And that's OK. Some don't. But eventually it gets better. I couldn't see that for a LONG time with the first one.
And now the second. This one is also late, and I have two predominant theories about this fetal tardiness:
1) The apple doesn't fall far.
2) They can hear me, and they're terrified.
When John was overdue, the doctor would check me and say, "You are high and tight and thick." After 9 days of those adjectives, I shot some castor oil and evicted the little sucker.
With this one, I am 1 day late, station -3, 2 cm dilated, and 60% effaced. So, by my estimates that's "high and a titch loose and thinning." The plan is to do everything possible this weekend (short of the castor oil eviction notice) to go into labor. If that doesn't work, then on Wednesday the midwife will sweep my membranes and give me a "cocktail" consisting of castor oil, almond butter, and champagne. If THAT doesn't work (which, according to the midwife, is impossible), then I'll be induced on December 2nd. DECEMBER?
Y'all.
PRAY for a weekend delivery.
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Mmmm, castor oil cocktails...
Does your midwife have you on evening primrose oil & childbirth combo, too?
I think it's in the air to have babies this week. I thought you still had another week or so but you're getting close! Getting used to the newborn stages is MUCH easier with baby number 2. I didn't have anything like the paranoia and hysteria with Amanda that I had with Sami. It all felt a lot smoother. Can't wait to see the new Gosling! (Did you ever open that envelope?)
Come on, baby goose! Let's make November.
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