Babius Due Date: Taking Bets Now
"Drink some water."
"Babe, water is not going to keep the baby inside."
"It might. Here, drink some."
That's the conversation we have every couple of hours in our house. The Good Doctor thinks drowning me in fluids will keep the contractions at bay and Babius will float along happily for 2 more months. He is not ready for this baby yet.
It's not like he's had 9 months to prepare or anything. Or 9 months of living with an alien invasion that slowly expanded his belly to enormous proportions while making his skin super itchy and causing untold disturbances to his digestion, bowel movements, and general feelings of well-being.
This is prime time. The best part is almost here. The most exciting part of this whole pregnancy is the birth, when I get to finally meet the little person who's been stomping on my bladder and sending gastric juices back up my esophagus. This part is so delicious I CAN ALMOST TASTE IT. I have always said I would trade the birthing process for the pregnancy process by at least a 3 to 1 ratio. Pregnancy takes FOREVER, and it BLOWS. Birthing is usually done in a matter of hours or days, and it is so much more satisfying than the previous 9 months.
At the same time, I am relishing every moment of this pre-birth disability leave. I have a gazillion things to do, many of them much easier to accomplish with a baby inside vs. outside. And let's be honest, once Babius arrives, everything goes downhill for at least the first 4-6 months when sleep and boobs don't belong to me.
Our due date is officially February 9th but since we don't know the exact date of conception, and I'm anything but a regular person in so many senses of the word, February 9th is just a guesstimate. My doctor thinks this baby will make its arrival in early February, earlier than the 9th. I'm holding on for February 10 so the birthday is easy to remember: 2 + 10 = 12. Or 2-12-12, which would be stellar.
I think I can make it through the last 3 days of January without going into labor. I am willing myself to do so. But I am definitely feeling contractions every day. Mild ones. It's a fascinating feeling, being at the mercy of nature like this. I mean, one day, my water could just break, or contractions will take over my uterus and cripple me until I reach the 5-1-1 mark and have to go to the hospital. It's so strange just waiting for something to happen and wondering where I'll be when it does happen. Hopefully not a mile away from my house walking Emmy in a stroller carrying a poop bag with two dogs in tow. That would not be a fun walk home.