Overdue Notice

Sorry for the suspense.  I didn’t want to post anything during the hiatus weekend just in case I jinxed myself.  But here I am!  Still pregnant!  Can you believe this kid actually listened to me?  I certainly can’t!

So now, baby Surrey, it’s time to show up.

But maybe take your time. 

Except please hurry up, I’m dying of curiosity as to what you look like and what you will act like.  I have lots of cute clothes and diapers to dress you in, and the longer you take to arrive, the more of my own paid time off I’m using, so let’s get moving.  Your sisters are dying to meet you, and everyone is going crazy with antici………………………………………………………………………………………..

                                                      The Many Faces of Frank N. Furter

But I couldn’t sleep last night for an hour in the middle of the night because I was remembering how much labor hurts and sucks, and wondering which is worse: the uncomfortable, achy, false-contraction-filled state that belongs uniquely to the last week or so of pregnancy, or the intense, nearly unbearable pain of childbirth and unique happy-fun-time of huge pads and Motrin 3 that is post-childbirth.  They say you forget the pain of childbirth, that’s why people have more than one, but I remember.  Oh boy, do I ever.  Right now, I can still drive and do whatever I want with two hands.  Not too shabby.

Except I don’t want to be induced, and the longer this pregnant thing goes on, the more that becomes a real possibility.  If anything looks like less fun than experiencing the, uh, joy of natural labor and childbirth, it’s the zero-to sixty style pain that comes with being induced, and the slippery slope that often leads to a C-section.  Not how I want to go out on my (most likely) last hurrah.

So come on, kid.  LET’S DO THIS.

Or not.

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5 Responses to Overdue Notice

  1. Nicole says:

    Girl, I hope it’s soon and less painful than expected. Beyond that, I just can’t face the memory if the gigantus maximus pads. I know, there’s so much more about post-partum life that should haunt me, but it’s pads and mesh panties for me!

    Good luck!

  2. Janel says:

    Aw crap. I forgot about the mesh panties. Balls.

  3. Maria says:

    I love you! You can do it 🙂 But I know what this waiting game feels like. Just think about it, you won’t be able to blog for awhile so think of something random to write about for my entertainment 🙂 Because i’m going to miss your posts 🙂

  4. Janel says:

    Awww, don’t worry, Maria, I’m going to try real, real hard to keep up. I’m sure there will be absolutely nothing to write about with three crazy girls, but I’m also forgetting how hard one-handed typing can be…

  5. I’ve sent multiple women into labor. How? they made really fun plans with me. When the time came to do those plans? Babies ruined them (as they do most of our fun).

    So…whatcha wanna do? Spa weekend? Watch sexy men take their shirts off? Movies and pedicures? Watch movies of sexy men taking their shirts off while people give us pedicures during our spa weekend?

    Your choice. You know, since you’re the one about to wear icepacks on your swollen vulva for a week.

    Also? Goood luck!

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