What If?
Well, another week has passed and this baby has still decided it doesn’t want to show itself. So far it’s about 2 weeks later than Julie was, and I’m only 4 days away from my due date.
I couldn’t be more bummed about this. Julie was so big when she was born, and if this one follows a similar growth pattern, it’s probably a good 9 pounds by now. I practically tore in half giving birth to Julie, which was the most painful part about healing, and I *really* was hoping to avoid that happening this time. I know that my chances of tearing are less the second time around, but still- *sigh*.
I had an appointment with Lisa yesterday. It went really well. She was pretty surprised I hadn’t given birth yet, too. I haven’t gained a pound in 2 weeks- in fact, I’ve actually lost 2 pounds in the last couple of weeks. She did an internal- 2cm dilated, 80% effaced, cervix ripe and ready to go, baby low and engaged. Oh, and I was getting bloody show and cramping. All the ingredients are there for labor, just like last week, but nothing has happened yet. I was 90% sure I was going to go into labor yesterday. Yeah, no. Damn. I am DYING for a piece of chocolate cake- 2 months of a no-sugar diet is making me crazy- and this darn baby is bound and determined to be late for it’s own birthday party.
Did I ever mention that my biggest pet peeve is when people are late?
No joke. I hate when people are late for things. It’s part of the reason why James’ family irritates me to no end. They’re LATE for everything. My sister-in-law (not SIL, although she was with her) was 2 hours late for her hair appointment on her wedding day- no phone call to the studio doing our hair. The hairdresser was looking at me, shrugging her shoulders helplessly- where are they? I called several times- “yeah, we’re almost there”. I’d been gone an hour by the time they showed up. Oh, and she was late for her wedding pictures, too. Again, the photographer was asking me where everyone was. How am I supposed to know?
Julie clearly takes after my side of the family- nice and early for everything. This kid, apparently, is already more like the in-laws. That really bothers me.
What if I don’t like this baby?
Oh, and did I mention that SIL is coming to town in 2 days and staying until Monday? Yeah, I did mention it. Arg. I REALLY don’t want to go into labor while she’s here. I REALLY don’t. She likes to plan (and this is a gross understatement) every minute of every day that she’s visiting. So I’m waiting for an obnoxious email with her “planned itinerary” for the weekend attached. No doubt it involves at least 2 days of spending hours at our place with the new baby, considering when she booked this trip months ago it was with the intention of coming to see it.
Ha ha, no baby so far!
Except, with my incredible luck, the baby will be born tomorrow night- the day before she’s here- and all of the in-laws will be over all weekend despite our politely asking them to stay the heck away.
When Julie was born, she looked just like my mother-in-law. A little, squished-up version of my insane Chinese MIL. It freaked me out a little. Luckily, she looks like a complete cross of James and I now. I don’t look at her and see MIL. And she CERTAINLY is nothing like James’ mother and sisters, thank God.
But what if this one is just like them?