Baby’s due date came and went uneventfully yesterday. Part of me really held out hope that she would come precisely on time, but as Matt reminded me, she is also his daughter so will likely run a little late. I’ve been having pretty bizzare dreams since the one about the bird the other night. The next night I dreamt that Madeye Moody (the creepy looking one from the Harry Potter movies) would be delivering my baby. He gave me 5.5 hours until I HAD to have the baby and I wasn’t even in labor yet. Talk about a little anxiety. Last night I dreamt that I was sitting in Mom’s front hall circa 1990s with the orange carpet on the stairs and the 70s tile and trying to explain to Barak Obama and Oprah Winfrey why we were calling the baby Oprah for now. They seemed highly offended and I was making a lot of excuses and trying to smooth things over. I can’t wait to see what my crazy mind comes up with tonight.
My other favorite recent pass time is to watch people’s horror when I tell them when I’m due. It always starts nicely. I’m in with a patient and family, or at the store, or yesterday at the mechanics and to be polite someone asks when I’m due. Last week I watched people wince when I said “4 days” etc. They would get an alarmed look as if I may squat and deliver right then and there and keep looking at me nervously throught the visit. Yesterday at the mechanics, when the guy behind the counter asked and I said “today,” he got really flustered and kept hitting the send button to try to get the credit card to process faster. Man he looked like he might start to cry as he fumbled and said “oh, we’ve just got to get you out of here!” I can’t wait to see how much more panicked people get as I get further and further on the other side of the due date.
Matt and his family have decided they’re starting a poll to see when I’ll deliver. The prize is a dessert of the winner’s choice. Dean picked Friday as it is his birthday and Jan, Laura and Matt picked dates with the latest one as next Tuesday. I picked tomorrow because I want it to be tomorrow, not necessarily because I think that it will be tomorrow. Anyone else who wants to get in on this poll is welcome and we’ll work out the details of awarding prizes after she comes. We haven’t started guessing weight yet either, but if anyone wants to hazard a guess that’s ok too.
Duncan and Oscar are enjoying us being around the house and getting lots of attention. I’m not sure if this will make it harder when the baby comes, but it’s fun to spoil them for now. Oscar is in the middle of his spring shedding and leaves football sized wads of hair around the house daily and we’ve dubbed these Oscar’s “hair babies.” Duncan makes up for Oscar’s abundance of hair by remaining nearly bald in patches and itching himself raw. Last spring his allergies resolved, I’m not sure what the difference is this spring. Who knows.
I think that Matt and I are heading out to dinner now. We keep telling each other that this may be the last time we go out for dinner for a while so we keep treating ourselves to meals out. At some point this is going to get really spendy, but it’s hard to argue with the logic at the moment. I also keep grocery shopping, but am not buying for any real meals because I keep thinking that they will go to waste. Oh well, at some point it will end…
Here I am today. Not the greatest picture as Matt wasn't around to play cameraman, but you get the idea.
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