Tuesday, April 21, 2009


For the past two weeks I've been this close [hold up finger and thumb a mere millimeter a part] to having this baby.

Contractions. Dilated to a 3. Nothing. Contractions. More contractions. Dilated to a 5. Nothing.

It's a mean trick. Especially when your husband commutes 30 minutes to work each day and you have an idea of who will be able to provide childcare but nothing is certain.

It's all become a grand game for Brian and me. You know it. It's the jinx game.

Should Brian go to work today?

Yes means I'll have the baby an hour after he leaves. No means I'll have zero labor signs all day.

Should we call my sister to keep her on call to watch William?

Yes means my contractions will subside. No means William might be tagging along into the delivery room.

Should I schedule a 41-week clinic appointment?

Yes means I'll have the baby this week. No means I'll probably deliver past 42 weeks.

Should I buy this cute baby girl Easter dress that's 50% off for that wedding we have this summer?

Yes means it's sure to be a boy. No means it's a girl and the dress will be long gone by the time she comes.

Should I wear the exact outfit I wore when my water broke with William and then try lying on the couch in the exact same position at the exact same time of day?

Yes means my water will never break on its own. No means my water will break in my designer maternity jeans at Target in aisle E11.

You see how fun this game can be? Yeah, me neither. We know it holds no weight on the end result but still we play because what else is there to do but sit and wait and wait and wait and...

1 comment:

  1. You're so funny. :)

    I can't believe you're dilated to 5 already, by the way. Yowzers! That sweet little baby will be here before you know it.

    Thinking of you in these final weeks...days...hours?!?

    - Stephanie


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