Well, it's day three in "overdue-ville" and let me tell you, it sucks over here. Taz and I are killing time together, have been since Tuesday when he quit Folmers. He was originally going to wait until I went into labour, but a blowup between him and Brian Tuesday morning meant an early end to the job. Suits me. I'm enjoying having him here for these drawn-out moments of waiting.
So we walk. And eat ice cream. And take afternoon naps. And walk. And drive to beaches, and new towns. And walk around the beaches and new towns. We swim together in in the ponds.
I complain and whinge, and Taz asks about my belly every hour or so. Still the same. I've been getting a fair number of Braxton Hicks contractions. Usually when we walk. I keep hoping they will turn into something stronger, more painful I guess...but so far they are just like the little sprinkles of rain we have been getting each night around dusk: they're teasers, and nothing more.
Yesterday on our walk, we found a squished dead kitty on a country dirt road and Zeek got within 5 feet of getting sprayed by a skunk. I always think about how soon I will do this with a baby in my arms, and how different everything will be. Patience is not my strongest point, as those who know me well like to point out. I want it NOW!! I'm so unbelievably excited about meeting our little girl. Holding her, and looking back at her as she looks at me. How crazy is that going to be, seeing US reflected in a child!
Monday is my next scheduled doctor's appointment. We talk about induction options at this one....something I had not wanted to make a decision about. I still have tonight, and tomorrow though, so finger's crossed.
According to Taz, this is like waiting for a Christmas that isn't coming. Me, I'm seeing the words "waiting for the ball to drop" in a whole new light...
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