11.16.2007

I Love You. Get Out.

Hey, so if you’re clicking over because I’m all nice and bold in bloglines, and you figure this must be baby news,

Psyche!

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.


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27 comments:

  1. Oh, the relentless anticipation!

    Perhaps if we all said it together? One big karmic bloggy push?

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  2. I so remember that feeling.

    Sending 'get out already, you'll love it out here!' thoughts to your wee one.

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  3. Why don't you kill some time by emailing me your address. I have something for your babe and for No-Mo's and I need to put them in the mail.

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  4. there were times I wished I never even asked my midwife for a due date. It's such a head trip. Come on out, baby!

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  5. Oy, the waiting! Tristan was three days late and Simon was coerced reluctantly out at 11 days post-due, so I'm thinking I'll be singing the "I love you - get out!!" song with some vigour come this February!!

    The nice thing is, when baby is on the inside although it's a tad (snicker) uncomfortable, at least there are no diapers or feedings to worry about!

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  6. Swee'pea was three days late. I had a midwife appointment that morning, right after a massage (during which I asked her to do the ankle thing). The midwife checked me and said she didn't think I'd go into labour that night, but lo and behold I did. So fingers crossed...

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  7. Prostaglandins, baby. It's the only thing that works (and the effect is cumulative, so don't just try once and then give up).

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  8. I was a week late with both of my kids and I felt the same way. I loved them, but I wanted them to get OUT.

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  9. Have sex.

    ew. I know.

    but it seems to work.

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  10. I can't believe you're still toting that kid around! (Not that birht will change that - and I have the muscles and the bad back to proved it!)

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  11. COME ON!!! Oh right, my eager anticipation is nothing compared to yours...sorry.
    I hope your little bambino decides to make her entrance into the outside world very soon, and more importantly very quick and painlessly....I know I'm asking alot, but I'm trying.

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  12. DUDE! I DID click over here expecting baby news. What the hell is wrong with you? Give it to me already! Dammit. I want baby news.

    Huh? Dude, i am kidding. hang in there. eat the raw fish. you've got nothing to lose at this point, the baby's probably in there ordering take out herself.

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  13. you got me with that psyche... darn it lil' lady, mom wants you out of the basement already!

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  14. A glass of wine. A bowl of chili. Maybe some pepperoni pizza. Those are my suggestions.

    Dear baby: You're evicted. Now please get out.

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  15. Where is my comment????
    Here's hoping you already pushed that baby out but if not the line is "Get Out". No qualifiers. You want her to know you mean business.

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  16. I hope she listens! Good luck! Walk walk walk is my only suggestion. Or get maternity photos taken (that's what I did the morning before I gave birth).

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  17. I'm with Crazymumma in that I've heard that sex and (crazy amounts of) nipple stimulation work wonders.

    For me, though, it was Thai Spicy Noodle that brought on the Boy.

    I don't know how the Little Guy happened. My last meal was hot dogs. So glam.

    Sending "Get out baby" vibes your way.

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  18. Only for you will I write this: when The Boy went TWO WEEKS overdue, my husband and i were having sex multiple times a DAY in hopes of lodging him from his too comfortable dwelling-place.
    It didn't work. Still was fun, though.

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  19. Ah, 32--I remember back then, that was a good year.

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  20. have lots of sex.

    i was five days late with both my kids so i feel your pain. hang in there.

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  21. The last days are always the longest! Hope she arrives soon!

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  22. It must be too cozy in that womb of yours. Shine a bright flashlight on your tummy and place headphones playing some horrid music. Make exit signs!

    Something's going to work.

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  23. sigh. I just keep coming back and looking at the moon. Farcking weather network.

    Tomorrow might be the day.

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  24. Soon, now. Soon.

    Maybe an orgasm will do it? I was 11 days late with my firstborn (but, shit, after 11 days, who knows what was the trigger), I like to tell myself it was a combo of the spicy wasabi (all cooked fish, too) and a hearty bout of rear-entry intercourse following dinner. Too much info?

    I hope as I'm typing, you're contracting, since I'm two days late with the comment.

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  25. I'm late to this party so I'm just gonna go ahead and assume that she's already here. Hoping to hear the good word soon!

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  26. Also, you must be the tinsiest elephant I've ever seen.

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