A Mommy Story

I wish I could tell you all that I’m in labor, but I’m not. Today is my due date, and I had my weekly meeting with my doctor this morning, but sadly I was given the medical equivalent of being told, “She’s ordering curtains to brighten up the place.” Nothing has changed at all – still 1.5 centimeters dilated, still barely effaced, no real contractions. This kid has no plans to leave anytime soon.

The nurse gave me a sympathetic smile today and said, “Well, at least you haven’t gained any weight! That’s good, right?” I’d like to share her optimism, but I know that while the scale may not show any gain on my part, the baby is still growing. She was estimated at over 7 pounds a month ago. The larger she gets, the harder she will be to get out.

I suppose there’s still time for her to show up today – about 11 hours, to be exact. Starting off life fashionably late may be OK for some, but in our family it isn’t an endearing trait. Aaron can’t tolerate being late for anything, so if she’s late I have a feeling Aaron will greet his new daughter with, “Hi, you’re grounded.”

We did make good progress this weekend in prepping for her arrival. The co-sleeper is assembled and ready to go. She has clean clothing folded in drawers. She has plenty of diapers, all in size 1, of course, since I doubt she’ll need the newborn size at all. Her car seat was washed and sits waiting for an occupant. My hospital bag is mostly packed.

So I must continue to wait for Ms. Stubborn Baby #2 to decide she’s ready. And yeah, still no definite name – or maybe that’s all she’s really waiting on? Maybe she’s some kind of backwards Rumpelstiltskin who won’t appear until we can correctly guess her name?

Edited to add: I wrote about last night’s bedtime adventure with Cordy over at my Family.com blog, Cirque du Mommy. Go there to see how it went.