Yah, that’s right. Forty-two. Awesome.
I really didn’t think we’d be looking at a December baby, but here we are. November 30th and no baby yet. He may or may not come soon, who knows. I got to say it today, “I told you so” to my formerly optimistic midwife. I think she’s getting more antsy than I am.
Well, maybe not. I have very little to do in a house with only one kid, a cat and a brother and husband who are often gone. There’s a limited number of places I’m interested in going, not that I’m normally such a social butterfly. And frankly I’m avoiding people like the plague because they all say the same things:
1- “Have you had your baby yet?”
Answer: No.
2- “When are you due again?”
Answer: Two weeks ago.
3- “OMG!! WTF? Why have they let you go so long?! You poor thing! You MUST be miserable! Your doctor is such a quack! My doctor induced me at 39 weeks! Holy crap! What are you gonna do?! How do you live?!?!
Answer: I’m actually fine, just kinda bored. My midwife is monitoring the baby closely and he’s fine, too.
4- “When are you getting induced?”
Answer: I’m not
5- See #3 above.
So, since I normally have a short fuse anyway it’s best if I reduce the number of idiots people I interact with. I also don’t answer the phone unless it’s one of the “safe” people who won’t ask stupid questions, namely David, my brother and my sister in law. I didn’t think I had to worry about my mother in law but she actually came over on Friday because she saw David’s car was in the driveway thought for sure I was in labor. Hello?! NOT INVITED!! I told her when I was she had better stay in her house and wait for a frickin phone call.
My mother called me yesterday on a totally unrelated matter and asked if I’d had the baby yet. Seriously? I can understand random people wondering (like my boss, who left me a message today) but my mother? So I said yes, I’d had the baby three days ago, did I forget to call you? She said she won’t ask again.
Other than being a little testy and annoyed with people things are good. They are moving right along, just at a very, very, VERY slow pace.
Midwife’s diagnosis: all you need is some big contractions, this will be a short labor, everything is ready to go.
Today we came up with a plan: wait till Friday. If nothing happens there are a few methods of getting things going.
Bahahahah….extrano tu sentido del humor loca! Me hizistes matar de risa leyendo!!!!!