Even though I am not due, technically, until the 17th….
Photo by Felicity, taken before the vigil Mass last night
(allegedly the last photo with this kid on the inside)
I’ll admit I was hoping to have this baby today.
There’s still hope, right? All things are possible with God and on Mary’s feast days?
And really, all this speculation comes not from some impatient pipe dream (really!) but instead, from some very real symptoms that caused me—three nights in a row this past week—to go to bed thinking, “This is it.”
False false false labor.
“Are you packed?” my poor husband would ask every night, as I muttered & moaned & tried to get comfortable. “Yeah,” I’d reply, “I am…although we’re not really at the point of grab-my-duffel-bag-and-go yet.”
And so I will once again retreat back into my watch-and-wait burrow—a gesture of kind consideration, I hope, whereby you may return to your almost-2nd-Sunday-of-Advent preparations.
If you wanted to play a baby lottery…
If you had an opinion in this post-partum arena…
You could leave a comment with a guess about the particulars. When do you predict this little guy will arrive? Date? Weight? Crack of dawn or rush-hour traffic? I got a good response before our George was born. It’d be a fun distraction to do it again. I’ll even get the winner something fitting! A Christmas book from Amazon, perhaps? A pack of diapers and a box of wipes?
Thanks in advance for the welcome distraction. Trust me. At this point, I really need it.
Updated to Add: Stop the
Here’s the link to Charlotte’s post (check out that hilarious link to see how a baby’s really made) and here’s the widget to enter the poll. Take your best shot with your best guess but go easy on me, please, and don’t make wait TOO long to meet this young man.
Oh, and not to worry if you’ve already ventured a guess. Charlotte will add it to the online pool.
Fun fun ouch-here-comes-another-contraction fun!
(Only kidding about the contraction part.)
(Today has been fairly quiet so far.)