waiting: day 1
We went to see our doc on Friday with eager anticipation. We left feeling defeated, all of our plans for a perfectly on-time baby vanished while she smiled back at us, with a “oh you are not having this baby any time soon.”
I was grumpy pissed for about an hour, then we got back home and jumped back into work, because the list that is staring back at me from behind the monitor has a few things left on it: design two websites, Kylie’s wedding invitations, a line of women’s clothing graphics and finalize a corporate identity project… you know, just a few things.
While I wanted to think that the baby and I have a connection, that were communicating: “Dude, we’ve been at this for a while now – 40 weeks is plenty of time. Let’s call it a day – you can come on out now.” I think he’s probably more in-tune with our lives than we know. I’ve been staring at that list for a while now, I’m sure he knows it by heart, and is not letting my shirk my responsibilities. He will come out once those items have been properly crossed off.
So, back to the grindstone. Because we only had one more official day of this pregnancy I decided to have a cup of coffee. It was like a crack-whore getting out of solitary confinement and being set free, back into the grimy underbelly of the city and scoring again – like it was the first time. Me and the baby got high on caffeine and loved it. Tea should be left to parties with finger sandwiches and petits fours. Coffee IS my drug of choice.
Thanks to the jolt I busted out three items on the list and crossed out Kylie’s invites (sorry Ky – I figured I could trick the kid to come out and then I’d do them next week once he was here). But, it’s Saturday and there’s nothing happening. So, I may just have to get those done after all.
There’s a new belly shot up – 40 weeks. Holy cow – we made it! Now the real waiting begins.
Listening: The Muslims
