You take it on faith, you take it to the heart

Well, at 39 weeks 1 day, still no baby. Despite a few days with good contractions due completely to either not drinking enough or doing way too much or both, I am rather glad to still be pregnant. Those days, I am ready to go, ready to have this baby and be done. But in reality, I would rather this baby wait until next Tuesday to come. I will explain in a minute why next Tuesday.

I have been working from home for the company I used to work for before coming home to stay with my kids. I ended up getting scheduled for Equal Opportunity Orientation Class for this Thursday. This past Friday, my supervisor asked me if I could attend, and I said I didn't know for sure. If I had the baby before the class, then no... But if not, then of course I could attend. Well, there was nearly a week between him asking and the class. Yesterday, the coordinator of the class and my supervisor sent emails back and forth, and they took me out of the class. Well, even after the baby is born, I am not going back to an office to work 8-hour days, so it would be more inconvenient to reschedule the class after the baby, so I got up early this morning because I was so worried about this I couldn't sleep and emailed the coordinator and explained that I would rather attend now. He put me back in the class. Yeah!!!

Martin told the baby last night that s/he has to wait until Friday or Saturday night or next Wednesday to come. LOL. For some reason, he wants to have the best of both worlds. He wants to stay home the day after the baby is born and he doesn't want to miss any work. He doesn't get time off with the job he has. He has to schedule vacation by picking 2 weeks out of a year the year before. A year ago, we had no idea we would have a baby due at the end of November, so of course, he couldn't have taken it off. I told him that it was okay, I didn't care if he went to work the next day, but he wants to stay home to make sure that I don't have to do anything the first day. Sounds sweet, but what that REALLY means is that he wants to sleep all day after being up all night waiting on his baby or that he just wants to play his video game all day or some of both. Honestly, I think that there will be NO correlation between how much I "have" to do the first day and whether or not he is home. If the baby were to come on a weekday and he went to work, Mara will probably stay home from school that day, and she could help me. She is a huge help when she wants to be.

The reason I want the 25th of November for the birth day is that it was my Nana and Poppa's wedding anniversary, and I just think that would be sweet considering if it is a girl, she will carry my Nana's middle name as her middle name, and if it is a boy, he will carry my Poppa's first name (well and my dad's, brother's, and nephew's) as his middle name. The 25th would also be 40 weeks 1 day, which is when Marty was born.

I don't want the baby to come this Friday because that is my niece's birthday, and so far, this baby has been kind enough not to doublebook Mara's or my nephew's birthdays.

Also, since next week is Thanksgiving week, about everyone will be off Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, so it would be way more convenient, and I wouldn't have to watch my youngest nephrew. I don't mind watching him; he likes me most of the time, but I would like a few days to get to know my new baby before I have to chase my nephew around.

Well, the yard got clean this last weekend. It was most of the reason I had strong contractions on Sunday night. I probably made 20 trips between the front yard and the back yard carrying various woody things to the burn pile. Then, I had to push mow the parts of the yard the riding mower won't get. I am pretty happy with the yard now, and I can see around the palms in the front yard again which had gotten to the point it was almost dangerous to back out of the yard because I couldn't see around them.

We also wrapped the mattress with the vinyl cover and made it up for the birth so we don't have to do that whenever the time comes. The only problem with this is that it necessitated removing our memory foam topper which I have come to love dearly. Between the hard mattress and the crackling from the vinyl cover and shower curtain, I am not sleeping near as well.

Marty, my darling son, has lost his mind. He is currently laying on the ground under the folded-up baby swing yelling about something. It sounded like puppies, but I don't think so. He just now crawled from there back to his room where it sounds like he is yell "hey you." Who knows... He has only acknowledge one time that Mommy is having a baby. When the midwife asked him about it yesterday, he turned around and walked away shaking his head no. I think he is denial that he won't be the baby of the family anymore.

Oh yeah, one of my midwives came for my appointment yesterday. She says she is waiting for us to call. She says its head is still floating (which I knew), and s/he seems to be curled up pretty good. She thinks it will only be 6-1/2 to 7 pounds from palpation. Mara was my biggest baby so far at about 7-1/2 pounds, and Marty was only 6-1/2 pounds. So in my way of thinking, this is just the normal size for my babies. Who knows...with another week or more in the womb, this one might actually be the biggest.

I think I am done for now...I need to see if I can find something to eat and get dressed before my sister gets here to walk to the school to pick the girls up. Yes, that's right still walking at 39 weeks. HA to all those lazy grumblers out there which I am sooo terribly sick of. I mean come on, don't get pregnant if you can't do what it takes to have a baby the right way. Elective inductions and c-sections should be illegal and, to me, are morally wrong. If you can't put your baby first for the last month or so of a pregnancy, then you how in the hell are you going to do it for the rest of their lives. Selfish people suck.

Okay...now I am done.