One day Late
Well, he's officially one day late.
On these final days before he's born, it's somewat similar to when I was in the backseat of my parent's car on vacation. Inbetween smearing peanut butter into my sister's hair and forcing her to stare at my braces full of cheeto gunk, while smelling my rank breath, I screamed to my parents "Are we there yet?"
In these final days of pregnancy, we're looking for any sign that it might coming soon -- "Oh, honey, it looks like you've dropped even more." "Wow, my leg really hurts all of a sudden. Maybe it's labor!" Brutal.
Everybody we talk to these days feels absolutely compelled to tell us that their fourth cousin was 8 weeks late. They smile at us sadistically, tell their tale of woe, pat Mary's belly, and tell us to hunker down.
Other people insist on telling us their horror stories about birth. "For my first baby, I was in labor for 72 hours. Seriously. And he came out spread eagle, one leg at a time. I was dilated 20cm!" "Oh, that's nothing. My second came four months late, and I didn't even go into the hospital for a week after my water broke. He was 12 pounds!"
I'm sure Isaac will come any day now. Or in four weeks, spread eagle at 12 pounds.
And I never had braces. That was poetic license.
On these final days before he's born, it's somewat similar to when I was in the backseat of my parent's car on vacation. Inbetween smearing peanut butter into my sister's hair and forcing her to stare at my braces full of cheeto gunk, while smelling my rank breath, I screamed to my parents "Are we there yet?"
In these final days of pregnancy, we're looking for any sign that it might coming soon -- "Oh, honey, it looks like you've dropped even more." "Wow, my leg really hurts all of a sudden. Maybe it's labor!" Brutal.
Everybody we talk to these days feels absolutely compelled to tell us that their fourth cousin was 8 weeks late. They smile at us sadistically, tell their tale of woe, pat Mary's belly, and tell us to hunker down.
Other people insist on telling us their horror stories about birth. "For my first baby, I was in labor for 72 hours. Seriously. And he came out spread eagle, one leg at a time. I was dilated 20cm!" "Oh, that's nothing. My second came four months late, and I didn't even go into the hospital for a week after my water broke. He was 12 pounds!"
I'm sure Isaac will come any day now. Or in four weeks, spread eagle at 12 pounds.
And I never had braces. That was poetic license.
posted by Steve W. at 8:02 AM
2 Comments:
funny stuff! with a name like Isaac, i assume you're hoping your son will find you funny too, eh?
can't wait to catch up on iChat sometime soon!
He was supposed to be on my birthday? (May 18)???
Cool!
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