Somewhere along the line the jelly bean became baby goog. Because let’s face it, we are well past the jellybean stage now. I’m currently 2 days overdue. Although I’m beginning to suspect that I just have a naturally long gestation period. Clearly I’ve won some kind of genetic lottery. Awesome. But given that Riley was only 7 pounds at 42 weeks, I’m thinking that my baby’s just need extra cooking time. Convincing the doctor of that with the planned induction on day 11 may be a little more challenging. But we’re not there yet. Right now I’m focusing on drinking lots of water, keeping active and thinking positive labour thoughts.
In other genetic victories I seem to be overly prone to carrying babies posterior. Which I hear will be extra special when it comes to labouring. I’ve given up on the idea of the baby turning. And resigned myself to a bit of a difficult labour in that department. At this point, as long as there is a labour I’ll be a happy camper.
And to prove to Baby Goog that I am in fact ready, willing and able – I have completed the baby blanket and sewn in the five million ends. I didn’t think forward enough that changing colours so regularly without carrying it up the side would end up in a whole lot of work for me at the end. I figured that was future Zoey’s problem. And it was.
So, no more excuses. You’ve been warned. I’m looking at the castor oil right now.
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