Yesterday Mrs. Rodius, bent over in the laundry room, said "Ah!" and then just kind of stood there, still bent, forehead resting on the top of the washer.
"Are you OK?" I asked from the kitchen. When she didn't respond, I walked over to the laundry room and said, with a touch more concern in my voice, "Are you all right?"
"Just a contraction," she said calmly and straightened back up.
And then my brain said, "Ohcrapwehaven'tpackedabagthenursery'snotreadythediapershaven'tcomeIjustputaroastintheovenholycraparewereallyhavingababy?"
But it was just one of those practice contractions the uterus uses to work out with, pumping up its muscles for the real thing. So I had a little chat with Thumper later in the evening. I told him if he was going to come early, that'd be OK. In fact, if he's planning on getting any bigger, earlier might even be better. But really, this week's not good for us. If he could hold out until next week, at least, I'd really appreciate it. Do the ol' man a favor, would ya?
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I love this. It's so much fun living vicariously through you! (although not so much through Mrs. Rodius - those Braxton Hicks HURT)
I totally totally TOTALLY remember with all 3 going over potential delivery dates with friends and family and plotting and planning what would be "best". I didn't learn, even after 3.
I don't want to be obnoxious about it, but they don't really do anything on your schedule for at least the first, well, ever, really.
But it doesn't matter - open your eyes, let go, and have a great time. It's like nothing else, this whole parenthood ride.
Thinking wide open thoughts for Mrs. Rodius, and sending her (and you) lots and lots of mental support.
Ahhh, the impending birth moment of realization. I remember it well. Just wait, regardless of when Thumper decides to come, (which might be this week even tho you told him to hold on...they rebel earlier now) the nervous sinking feeling will be SO worth it when you see his scrunched up pink little face. All those oh shits, oh craps, we're not ready, what THE HELL were we thinkings, and SEX is really evil...it all just melts right away when you see that sweet face. You'd best be waiting on Mrs. R HAND and FOOT right now! These last weeks can be torture.
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