Throughout this pregnancy and the drama of the due date I've been saying, and believing, that this kid will be born sometime in February. Because regardless of what the due date was, it always fell within the month of February.
But now, thanks in part to February and it's measly 28 days I am officially hoping for this child to be born in March. Which likely means labor will kick start once I hit "publish" on this post, but let's not get into how frustrating this end part of the pregnancy can be in regards to all of that stuff right now.
Here are how the logistics work out:
- There's some last minute buying of stuff and cleaning of house I'd like to get done before the Hedgehog arrives. Will life continue on if it doesn't? Yes. But will my life feel a hell of a lot better if it does get done? OH YEAH! I should be able to get most of that accomplished between now and Monday. So, no kiddo this weekend please. (So much for my hoped for Friday the 13th baby).
- Next week are the state qualifying meets for the debate team. While plans are in place for a qualified replacement to take the reins while Sweetie and I are off birthing this baby, the kids who are most on the cusp of qualifying who are also the kids I'd most like to see qualify also happen to be the kids who are least likely to adjust to that last-second replacement with ease. And I don't want to be the reason they don't make it to state. So this coming week is no good, either.
- The following week is my official due date, so you'd think that I'd be hoping for the kid to be born that week since that's what we've sort of been planning for all along. Except my doctor happens to be out of the office that week. And while I'm sure her colleagues are all perfectly well-qualified lovely people, I want her at my birth, dammit.
So, the plan now, if I get a say in things (which I know I don't, but let a crazy pregnant lady pretend, OK?) is that labor starts on Sunday, March 1 - which will make coordinating with Sweetie and his work schedule very easy - and then the kiddo is born on Monday, March 2 - when Doctor is back in the office and fresh from her week away.
It means I lose the idea of grandmother with birthday 2-22, father with birthday of 2-23 and child with birthday of 2-24, but in exchange I'd get a child with a birthday of 3-2 while my birthday is 4-3, and there's poetry to be found there as well.
But Monday's child is full of woe!
Posted by: teacherrefpoet | 13 February 2009 at 10:45 AM
We shall modernize the old saying and our child shall be full of WHOA!
Posted by: Swankette | 13 February 2009 at 10:49 AM
This all sounds very logical and reasonable. :-) Hope it works out!
Posted by: susan | 13 February 2009 at 01:00 PM