The Countdown Continues…
Still no baby, but yesterday my water broke in the car…water bottle that is. I was getting ready to leave for work, trying to maneuver my big ol’ tummy into position behind the wheel, along with my getting the water bottle in the cupholder and purse beside me when splash! All my lovely, cold water spilled all over the seat. –Sigh– It, of course, had to happen on a day when I had been busily congratulating myself on being so far ahead of schedule, and reveling in the thought of getting to work early. I had to go back to the house to get a towel to put over the seat, lest people see my wet skirt and think, “Oh my word! What’s that woman not doing in the hospital!?” or merely sympathetically shake their heads in acknowledgment of the fact that pregnancy had begun to affect my bladder control (sidenote: in a way it has–I have to be so careful when someone says something funny that I hadn’t been anticipating…or whenever my husband tickles me).
I keep giving Robbie updates on our schedule. Now it is only 5 days until Grandma comes, 6 days until Mama’s birthday, one week until his shower, and after that, he can just pop right out! Which, BTW, I have discovered is people’s favorite way of referring to my condition. I can’t even tell you the amount of time I’ve heard the phrase, “You look like you’re about to pop!” I think to myself, “Just give me a pin…’cause if I could, I would!”
“It sometimes happens, even in the best of families, that a baby is born. This is not necessarily cause for alarm. The important thing is to keep your wits about you and borrow some money. “ –Eleanor Goulding Smith