You know…going overdue is way worse than on time. Or early. Or anything else in between.
We have everyone sending labor juju and it just…isn’t happening.
I realize I’m only one day overdue at this point, but after man handling a basketball inside my belly for the past FOREVER LONG, one day is like an eternity.
I’m hoping and praying the sprout doesn’t pop out a ten pound behemoth because OMG.
His clothes will not fit him and he’ll have to go home from the hospital wrapped in a towel instead of the cute outfit we have packed.
Also? We don’t even have that many outfits for him in the first place.
I was telling my mom that if he doesn’t come soon OR if he ends up being a giant, we would have to cut off all of the feet on his sleep-n-play outfits because he’d be too long to wear any of them. I mean, I can feel this kid in deep my pelvis and my ribs at the same time.
FYI: I’m 5’10 and don’t exactly have a short torso.
So, because my mom understands what it means to carry around a baby who doesn’t want to come out (I was something like 2+ weeks late), she instituted operation don’t think about it this morning.
It consists of things like antique shopping and a pedicure, neither of which have I done in a looooooong time and both of which are desperately needed.
I love, love, love antique shopping. Tim has always like antiques and we have a TON of them in the house. I didn’t really get the draw at first – why buy old stuff? – but now? It’s like this huge treasure chest of awesome and I’m always looking for something old and fantastic.
As for the pedicure, considering I cannot even SEE my feet anymore…that part is pretty self explanatory.
So, we’re off on that adventure today.
Hopefully it does the trick!
And by “trick” I mean eating hospital food by tomorrow morning.
Also, dear What to Expect App: I hate you and want to punch you in the mouth.
Yesterday was absolutely NOT “the day”
PS: I read and love every single one of your comments. They help get me through the day and it isn’t that I’m ignoring you by not responding. Truthfully, I can barely put together a blog post at this point, much less communicate coherently with another person. My brain has been 100% taken over by WHERE IS THE BABY. Once we get this dram-A over with, I shouldn’t be so rude and obnoxious. Please don’t bail on me, now.