Hey, so if you’re clicking over because I’m all nice and bold in bloglines, and you figure this must be baby news,
The only news I have is that there is no baby yet. The title of this post is also my continuous mantra to my unborn daughter, and she’s not listening. I used to be all, ‘Hi baby, come out please so that we can love love love you,’ but Lisa B, smart girl that she is, convinced me that I might need to take a bit more of a hardline approach.
Since I am technically only 3 days late today, my midwives and I are not even discussing interventions, but so far, spicy food, accupuncture and long walks on the beach (seriously) have not coerced this babe from my uterus. I must be one hell of a comfy incubator. Or maybe this is just a super-mellow child who sees no need to rush her introduction to the world. Yes, let’s go with that.
Anyway, the circumstances did allow for me and Chris to go out for a wonderful sushi dinner for his 32nd birthday last night. (Happy birthday love! Don’t worry internets, I didn’t eat raw fish.) However, he was kind of hoping that he’d get a new baby for his birthday.
And I have had a few good false alarms, and there is so much pressure where there needs to be that I feel like I am already crowning, so I know it’ll happen soon.
It’s just starting to feel like not soon enough.
So, my dear, precious, desired, anticipated baby girl:
I love you. Get out.