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.