Week: 41 weeks, 3 days, 10 hours, 4 minutes…. Otherwise known as C’MON, LC, we want to meet you already!
Size: I’m not even looking at Baby Center this week, but am instead estimating the little bugger to be about the size of a FREAKING HUGE WATERMELON that I’ll be pushing out of my nether regions.
Name: Lil’ Caramel
Maternity Clothes: I’m living in my work out clothes because I’m trying to walk this kid out. Apparently he has other ideas for our time together.
Food Cravings: Ice, ice baby! And it makes him super kicky and squirmy, which I like.
Currently reading: Secrets of the Baby Whisperer; Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close; The Redemption of Love, all of which I’m – finally – close to finishing.
Most interesting fact: Did you know that if you go to bed with both you and your hubs thoroughly convinced that LC’s going to kick that bag o’ waters to smithereens, and therefore come out and greet the world, that, well, it ain’t gonna happen? And you’re going to be SO excited about the prospect that you won’t sleep (and according to my friend Holly from our friend-who’s-a-doctor, the hormones produced in sleep are exactly what’s needed to induce labor). Doh!
Feeling: Um, ready? [Note: if you’re the praying type, pray that the little one would still come naturally, on his own; my last appointment is at 4 o’clock this afternoon, and they’ll set an induction date. Come on, baby!]
Missing: the ability to do everything and be everything to everyone – I know, this is a lesson we learn automatically in parenthood and in life, but how I miss being able to cheer people on at birthday parties and going-away parties alike because I’m too tired to rally.
Anticipating: More episodes of Arrested Development, reading, and scrapbooking from 2005-2006! [I must say, it’s pretty handy to scrapbook seven years after the fact, for I end up only needing to put in one picture of the boy I crushed on – who’s not admittedly the hubs – instead of the 15 I printed up. Also, in case you didn’t peg me for the scrapbooking type, you’re right: it was enjoyable about, oh, 10 years ago, but seeing as I still printed up all those pics through ’08 or so, I’ve still got some work to do – at least until LC arrives.]
One last thought: Did you know that when the nurses at the hospital are on strike, you go there for a little non-stress test (i.e.: extended fetal heart rate monitoring and ultrasound), they might just mistake you for another woman, introduce you to your doctor, and ask you if you’re ready to be induced? “But my hospital bag’s at home!” (True story: Saturday, July 7th – otherwise known as the night we thought LC was coming).0