>So, here it is, the “big day”… no action, folks. Still 2 centimeters dilated, still 50% effaced – even after much schlepping around MOA, many flights of stairs, liters of raspberry leaf tea, black licorice choked down in the name of induction, and a heavenly prenatal massage yesterday morning. Ugh!!
BUT… things look good, the baby is ready(-ish, or it’d be here!!), and Kathrine is educated-midwife-guessing it’ll be 21 inches long and about 8lbs, 4ozs. Just to give you a sense of how you’re doing on the baby pool!
But here’s my current fixation – how do I know when labor starts?? I know the crazy water-breaking-puddle-on-the-floor thing is a total fallacy (plus Kathrine said I’m pretty much all baby and won’t have a ton of water to lose)… but to be honest, a lot of the time I can’t tell between contractions, the pelvic bone loosening, and just the Bun doing gymnastics. All I can say for sure at any given moment is that 1) something is happening in my belly and 2) it hurts. I’ve read What to Expect and I’ve asked mommies and here’s what they all say: you’ll just know. The same lame thing married folks tell single people who want to know how they’ll know if they’ve met “the one.” It was infuriating then, and it’s infuriating now. What if I DON’T know?? What if I decide, in my ignorance, that now would be a super time to run to Target for those last few little things?? Or even better, that now would be a lovely time to go for a drive around the lake? I mean yes, with labor it will become painfully obvious at some point (pun intended), but I’m supposed to call my midwife right away when it starts and I just don’t think I’m going to have a clue… and I might get myself stranded somewhere, or in a car accident or something. What if my know-er is broken, or gets derailed by my neurotic tendencies? What if I am the first woman in the history of the world who didn’t figure it out?
On to happier thoughts, I suppose… here we are, the anticipatory parents – a little delirious looking, a little hopeful, mildly deflated that we’ve gotten this far and the Bun is still holding out on us. We just can’t wait to meet this little person, find out if we have a son or a daughter, and begin showing him/her around this little world we’ve created for them. Ah, but patience, young grasshopper.
(By the way, Jeff hates this picture – so don’t tell him I posted it here).