Friday, May 18, 2007

10 o'clock and all is well

Darn it.

Baby is taking her sweet time. And honestly, I am all for babies doing their thing when they are ready to do it. Last night I had some happy contractions that I willed to carry on and get stronger doing some Jedi mind tricks. Apparently it's been awhile since I watched Star Wars, because I think I am a little rusty. The contractions
despite becoming stronger, refused to hit any decent sort of regular interval and around 2 a.m. I fell asleep and woke up with no reason to go to the hospital this morning.

I have my 7th wedding anniversary tomorrow. I really don't want to have a baby on my anniversary. Not to be selfish or anything, I'd like to keep it between Ben and myself. So at some point today if nothing is going on I will be focusing on not going into labor.

And here's something exciting! It looks like we will be heading out of here a little earlier than expected. As in almost a month earlier. As in about seven weeks from now. You who have born babies know that one's ideal recovery from childbirth and the following sleepless nights is not really enhanced by packing up a house and moving it cross country before that time.

So, I say cajolingly to the little girl hanging out in my belly, how about helping your mama out? maybe this afternoon? Alright, alright. Whenever you say go is fine.

Within reason.


  1. You need some help. This is a lot of stuff all at once. I hope you get lots of helpers over there!

  2. I feel like a stalker, but wanted to just say I found your blog thru some other ones and love it.
    Hope the baby comes out soon. Good luck with it all!
    And congrats on the move. So exciting.

  3. Little girl, come out and make mommy happy. Let her have her anniversary all to herself. Be a good little baby and sleep well and eat well so she can pack up the house.

    And mommy, don't be afraid to ask for help. I am sure people would love to help you. If I could pack a box from the opposite side of the country, I would do it in a heartbeat!

  4. I'm remembering how I packed up our apartment and moved into our new house 9 months pregnant. I don't know if that's worse than just after childbirth or not, but I'm comisserating with you all the way. Good luck with the (hopefully soon) delivery.

  5. Good luck! So exciting! (easy for me to say, I know) Reading this brought butterflies of memories...

  6. Don't worry, we'll be sure to get an army of packing helpers over there. You just focus on enjoying your anniversary, and let her come when she's ready.