It’s Sunday night, and yes, McLittle still isn’t here. We’re only 39.5 weeks pregnant, so I don’t know why everyone would assume that he would come early (because who are we kidding? First babies don’t generally come early, and my mom had me and my brother within 12 hours of our due dates – my brother was born on the day he was due. Since everything has gone according to plan, I expect McLittle will be here closer to Thursday. His actual due date.)
Now that I have that out of my system…..actually, no. I don’t have it out of my system. But here are a few things that I’ve been wanting to get out this weekend.
–I don’t need to see or hear the updates that the baby still isn’t here. I’ve been reading them all weekend, and seeing the texts, getting the phone calls. I. don’t. need. it. Do you want to see my blood pressure go up? Because it will if it keeps up. We aren’t 40 weeks yet. Complain after Thursday that he isn’t here.
–I didn’t need the random woman yelling out her car window this evening “trying to walk that baby out!” Um. No. Where have you been, you lazy person, for the past 9 months? Or the past several YEARS that I’ve walked or run in this neighborhood? I didn’t just pick up walking this week just to get my baby out. If that were the case, he would have been born weeks or months ago.
–What I have appreciated are the looks when people ask, “when are you due?” and instead of saying “next week”, I reply with “Thursday.” I had a double-take in Kohls because the woman expected me to say two or three weeks. And she was excited for us, and wished us the best. THAT, my friends, is a good reaction.
–My life has not stopped just because we’re due to have a baby this week. I had my scheduled pedicure yesterday, attended a friend’s going-away party last night (and stayed out until past 11:00!) and I have plans to attend another party this weekend, should McLittle decide to be late. We’re not sitting around just waiting for him to arrive. He’ll come when he’s ready.
–This has not been the worst 9 months for me. So please don’t act so surprised that I’m working up until the last possible moment. I don’t want to waste my maternity leave, and I’m lucky enough to have a somewhat flexible job and can work from home if I choose to. That said, I also work a desk job. And this week, someone is off and offered me her parking space next to our building (we normally park 3 or 4 blocks away), so now my walking to and from my car is minimal. I’m lucky.
Now that all of that is out there, I’m happy to say that our hospital bags are finally packed. So we’re ready when McLittle is…..