Nothing seems to be happening yet. We're still just waiting.
Marti just went to work. I told him I'd call him if anything happened. His response? "Please do."
I wondered if he meant "Please do" to mean "Please let something happen" or if he was just being silly and emphasizing that I really do need to call him if anything happens. (As if I'd just sit here and not call him!!!) He meant that he wanted something to happen.
Hmmmm. Last time he checked, he was adamant about not wanting an April Fools Day baby. Not that I see that as a problem. I have a very sweet and bright cousin who would share this birthday with our little one, and the birthday has suited her fine all these 16 years. If it's good enough for her, then why not my little one?
Well, there is that little thing about my wanting her to have her very own birthday, so I guess he's got me on that one.
Funny, the date we picked for the c-section is Marti's ex-fiance's birthday and the wedding date for my first marriage. (Whoopsie!!!) Good thing there are no really horrible memories hanging over from either of those relationships though. I can live with both of those coincidences. But, that's not going to matter anyway because this baby is going to come on her own BEFORE next Saturday!
I told Marti he should take me downtown and find the fastest elevator Phoenix has, shoot me UP to the top floor and then let me stomp down the stairs -- over and over until gravity, inertia, and momentum take their toll on my uncooperative lady bits and labor starts.
What was funny about that is, while we were having that conversation, my in-laws called me and informed me that they had Abby on a little bungee jumping contraption at the mini golf place and thought that I should be there to give it a try to see if it would help me at all. Great minds think alike!
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