My husband did not learn from last time. Well, he did, and then he unlearned it. The week Sebastian was due, I was eating spicy foods, pineapple, we were going on long walks... eventually I took castor oil and BAM, went into labor. We've spent 39 weeks saying we'd sleep instead of trying to speed things up but suddenly he wants here here like right NOW. This consists of telling me to jump up and down in an elevator, do as many squats as I can, or just go to Sears and shop for a portable belt sander... and walk around a lot. Yeah, he snuck that last one in there.
I, meanwhile, have been struggling with a false sense of control over the situation. Like I have any say when she gets here. I've been "hoping" for or against certain birthdays, now that we're on the homestretch. Sebastian's birthday is Feb 22, George Washington's birthday. I have a C-Section scheduled Feb 24th. Audrey can arrive anytime before then. This has left us with a number of options:
2/13 - Means Friday the 13th, not good
2/14 - Valentine's Day, not fair to future boyfriends
2/15-2/21 - Fair game
2/22 - Sebastian's birthday and our legal anniversary
2/23-2/24 - Fair game
Does it really matter? Probably not. My birthday is the day after Christmas and yet somehow I have survived. I guess I'm ready now, but there's still some laundry to be done around here before we head to the hospital. Maybe if I put it off, she'll stay in a little longer. I mean, it would reduce the amount of squatting I'll do anyway to "help things along."
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