Tomorrow is the big day. If she doesn't come on her own tonight (and at this point, I'm not counting on it) then we go to the hospital bright and early (6:30 am early) for an induction. So by the end of the day tomorrow she'll be here. I'm happy and scared all at the same time. Wish us luck!
So today was my estimated due date, but still no baby. Don't want anyone getting excited because I haven't posted in a few days. I had a feeling that I'd go late, but I was sort of hoping that it wouldn't happen. There's technically still time, I suppose.
[Update 22 May: Didn't seem to warrant a new post; still no real news here. Brendan will post photos when there is.]
Four days (well closer to three at this point) left until my due date. No baby yet. I don't think she's going to make an appearance today. Waiting is starting to drive me crazy. I'm working from the home office this week -- so I don't have to depend on the Metro to get me anywhere in a hurry -- and it gives me more time to think. Almost too much time. Hopefully it won't last too much longer or I'll go a little stir crazy.
A good commercial from Gatorade showing just a tiny bit of what life is like for our national soccer team as they travel around the world. Notice the "Yankees go home" banner and constant booing. The boys go through a lot wearing those uniforms.
I have three days left in the office after I leave today. It's starting to really hit home that it's almost time. It's weird, I hadn't been thinking about the actual fact that we were having a baby for a while. I was too concentrated on all the things that we had to do to get ready, but now that's just about finished. The nursery is all set. Clothes and blankets are washed and put away. We're stocked up on diapers. Our bags are packed for the hospital. The carseat base is installed. What else is there to do but actually have a baby?
The walls are actually lavender. The light is of course from IKEA. So are the curtains (which were such a pain to hem, don't even get me started) and the rug that is not pictured here. My mom made the little quilt. And the mobile features Brutus and plays the Ohio State fight song (arranged as a lullabye). (Neither of us went to OSU; Brendan is just a big fan.)
There was a survey at the end of class last night. I felt bad about my ratings. Mostly 2's and 3's on a 1 - 5 scale with 1 being bad and 5 being good. I even dreamt about feeling bad last night.
They were simple questions really: was it what I expected (mostly), would I recommend it (nope), was the teacher organized (absolutely not), teaching method effective (not all the time) and so on. I felt bad because I'm not always the most organized person but then I thought to myself, I wasn't teaching the class so what the hell does that matter? I'm positive Brendan was more brutal than I was.
The awkward thing was that she picked them up before class was really over and so even though they were anonymous, she peaked at them when she picked them up. Plus there were only eight of us in class to begin with. I know I'll probably never run into this woman again, but part of me feels horrible that I told her she didn't do such a good job.
Only 20 days until the official due date, and only eight days left that I'll actually be in the office (being able to work from home is a wonderful thing). I'm feeling slightly more confident about the whole being a parent thing these days. At least we have a just about complete nursery (pictures later) now. We're just missing a chair which isn't the most crucial item.
We had a tour of the hospital yesterday. They've got some crazy security measures in place. Not only are we all given id bands, but the baby will get a sensor on her umbilical cord and if an unauthorized person (including me) takes her too close to an elevator or the stairs all sorts of alarms will go off, the elevators will stop working and security will swoop in. It all sounded very impressive and it wasn't something I had thought about at all.
Tonight is our last childbirth prep class. Thank God. Our teacher is not my favorite person. Brendan likes her even less. She never ever shuts up. And she tells the same stories over and over. We got a syllabus at the start of the class but we haven't followed it at all, and she's always going over the scheduled time -- by half an hour usually. She's got some pretty strong opinions about medications and breast feeding and everything. She always says she's not judging people who decide otherwise, but she is. It's pretty obvious. At least we'll be done with it tonight. Maybe there will even be a survey.