Ok, so at this point, gestationally speaking, with Miss N, she had already been born for a week! I'm growing weary of the constant prodromal/early labor, the constant discomfort, the constant up and down of emotions (more down than up), the total lack of patience (NOT a good thing when you're trying to be a good mother to an almost-3-year-old!!!), the constant barrage of questions from strangers, family members, and friends alike...all well-meaning but still annoying...seriously, does my MIL NEED to send my husband text messages on a daily basis asking if there's been any baby news? Does she really think we won't call her and tell her that her newest grandson has arrived not long after he's born? It's comical, really. My chiropractor's wife/office manager said on Monday when I walked into the office for my appointment, "No baby yet?" I said, "I don't know what you're talking about, he's in the car!"
Obviously I'm not serious, but sometimes I feel like I'm going to be pregnant FOREVER. My doula reassures me that the book she's reading says no one is ever pregnant forever, but right this minute, MAN! There's no end in sight. I mean, there is, we'll start eviction procedures come November 14 via castor oil (yippie), though my m/w swears that it won't come to that. I hope she's right.
She returns from her trip Monday evening. I really hope she misses this baby's birth, I WANT HIM OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT!!! :-)
But God has chosen his birth day and I don't really have a say-so in the matter. So I sit, and wait, and get mad when I wake up at 3 am to go to the bathroom and am not in labor and don't have any signs that I'll be in labor any time soon!
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