Update

Still no baby.

9 days postdate.

*taps foot*

So.

6 days post date.

Hmmm.

Due Date? Pshaw.

The big 4-0.

Yeah, sure we're anxious. Yeah, sure Partner is getting to the point where no type of yoga-inspired position is comfortable. Yeah, we're getting kind of antsy looking at the empty pack 'n' play.

But you know what? If one more person asks,

No baby YET?! How long IS her doctor going to let her go?!?

I'm going to sucker punch someone.

First of all, lets get one thing straight - we're not seeing a doctor. We're seeing a Midwife. Not every pregnant woman in America feels like an OB is the best choice for her or her baby.

Next of all, the estimated due date is TODAY. People have been asking us this for a week! Please, do not wish an undercooked baby on us. Please. Just because we have the benefit of knowing the *exact* moment of conception doesn't mean that Frog has read the book on when to show up. In fact, Frog can't read anything right now. You know why? BECAUSE HE/SHE IS TOO BUSY STILL COOKING.

Thirdly, the average first time pregnancy is 41.5 weeks.

Fourthly (is that even a word?) no one is *letting* Partner do anything. She's extremely healthy, the baby is extremely healthy. We've made a conscious decision to trust the baby and Mama's body to know what it's supposed to do.

Just because you, and your sister, and your cousin and her best friend's sister were all induced at 38 weeks doesn't mean that's the course for everyone. We're not weird, I *promise! I'm beginning to wonder if we should have even told people a date; maybe we should have just stuck with 'mid-late September'.

And to finish off my rant for the evening, I hate the word 'overdue' anyway. It makes our baby sound like a delinquent bill.

A Wee Little Update...

39 weeks, 5 days.

Just back from the midwife:

70% effaced.
Somewhere between -1 and 0 station.
"Just a *nubbin'" (midwife's own words) dilated.

So we made another appointment for a week; looks like Frog is nice 'n' cozy in Mama!

Birth Project? Got It Covered. Well, sort of.

In our childbirth class, we were encouraged to think of a 'birth project'; something to do during the early stages of labor to keep us from running to the birth center.

Some people bake birthday cakes. Others fill out their birth announcements. Some write those long-overdue 'Thank You' notes from the baby shower.

However, I was all about taking a turn toward the eccentric (IMAGINE THAT?!),and recommended Partner begin sectioning my hair for me to place my dreadlocks. That is, until I really thought about it.

What would happen:

We would sit down, she'd get my hair sectioned. I'd get 1/2 of my head backcombed, then....

WHAM! ACTIVE LABOR!

Then there I'd be at the hospital, half my hair standing straight up from my head (as baby dreads tend to do), a-la Sideshow Bob.

Yeahhhh....a birthday cake is sounding good.

ATTENTION!

39 weeks.

Let the Raspberry Leaf Tea - drinking....COMMENCE!

COME ON, BABY!