What's perhaps even funnier is that there is plenty of probability in this running joke.
If labor and delivery is very full with women whose bodies KNOW how to go into labor on their own tomorrow, as mine clearly no longer does, then I get bumped. From 7 a.m. to 11 a.m....to 4p.m... and ultimately to Tuesday. Considering how eager this little girl has been to evacuate, I'm pretty sure I can guess what she's all up in the womb hoping for. But this time, lass, it's NOT in YOUR control. Take that.
|Time's Up, Little Girl|
I suppose either way you look at it the end is near folks. It's going to feel so weird to pack my hospital bag the way I'd pack for a vacation, as opposed to packing it like I'm running from the Nazi SS, which is a little bit how it feels when you're packing during spontaneous labor.
I hold on to 0% hope that my body ill do this on her own this time (I did have a few hours of hope yesterday.... ) I am dissapointed and let down by this fact.
But, as another surro told me yesterday, "It took science to get her in there, it's going to take science to get her out."
We've come full circle in that regard, I guess. I found peace in those words, so thank you, Kira. I'm not a failure. I grew a healthy, big, full term baby on my first shot. We've had no complications. I've made a family.
But, I'm not perfect. I'm not getting a 100% on this term paper. And people who know me, know just how wildly insane that drives me. But, it's OK. It'll be OK. Maybe she just wanted to be with her "Tummy Mummy" for her first Mother's Day?