I took Miss O to school this morning for a number of reasons that does include missing the bus. Also including the sad story that I slept through my first alarm, forgot to check if she was bringing lunch or buying (oops, bringing... better get on that!), the entire feeding the children breakfast thing... it was sort of nuts in a very blonde, airheaded way.
Anyway.
We walked into the classroom, Miss O handed her teacher an enormous bunch of pussy willows (I hear the Googles grinding as I type this) and said, in the most polite voice possible, Excuse me, Mrs., I might be getting excused quickly and momentarily today.
In unison, Mrs. and I said, Momentarily?
I explained that I was beginning labor and if it came time for me to go to the hospital, we would excuse Olivia so she can be present at the birth. I also explained that in the note I wrote Mrs., I used the word "ABRUPTLY" not momentarily, because if it was time, it was time, and I would need her speedy quick.
So here I am, at myveryown computer, progressing on this journey that will probably not end today. And that's fine, because if the baby is born tomorrow, then all three of my boys will be born on the 27th of the month, each of them four months apart from the next one (and the preceding one, too, actually).
I'm quite certain I'm in labor. Having a ton of back pain almost constantly, and some contractions about every 5-6 minutes on average, only about once or twice an hour do they feel like Really Useful Contractions.
Some of my sweet friends came over today because I was having a mini meltdown that involved me stressing about things like NOT KNOWING WHERE ANY BABY CLOTHES ARE, and NOBODY HAS ANY CLEAN PANTS and MY HOUSE IS A DISASTER and the general I DIDN'T THINK THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN FOR ANOTHER THREE WEEKS.
And my sweet friends cleaned up my kitchen and carried laundry downstairs and upstairs, and I took a supersweet hot shower and shaved my armpits, and located the tiny baby clothes and their children entertained my children, and we chatted through some uncomfortable contractions and now I am relaxed. My washer and dryer are not behaving at all, the dryer vent has come unattached from the wall, and now it blows little scrammies of lint all over the place, and there is a puddle under the washer. That will keep The Mister busy for a while when he gets home.
There's no real news to report, but The Mister is all set and ready to go when the actual time comes.
Anyway.
We walked into the classroom, Miss O handed her teacher an enormous bunch of pussy willows (I hear the Googles grinding as I type this) and said, in the most polite voice possible, Excuse me, Mrs., I might be getting excused quickly and momentarily today.
In unison, Mrs. and I said, Momentarily?
I explained that I was beginning labor and if it came time for me to go to the hospital, we would excuse Olivia so she can be present at the birth. I also explained that in the note I wrote Mrs., I used the word "ABRUPTLY" not momentarily, because if it was time, it was time, and I would need her speedy quick.
So here I am, at myveryown computer, progressing on this journey that will probably not end today. And that's fine, because if the baby is born tomorrow, then all three of my boys will be born on the 27th of the month, each of them four months apart from the next one (and the preceding one, too, actually).
I'm quite certain I'm in labor. Having a ton of back pain almost constantly, and some contractions about every 5-6 minutes on average, only about once or twice an hour do they feel like Really Useful Contractions.
Some of my sweet friends came over today because I was having a mini meltdown that involved me stressing about things like NOT KNOWING WHERE ANY BABY CLOTHES ARE, and NOBODY HAS ANY CLEAN PANTS and MY HOUSE IS A DISASTER and the general I DIDN'T THINK THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN FOR ANOTHER THREE WEEKS.
And my sweet friends cleaned up my kitchen and carried laundry downstairs and upstairs, and I took a supersweet hot shower and shaved my armpits, and located the tiny baby clothes and their children entertained my children, and we chatted through some uncomfortable contractions and now I am relaxed. My washer and dryer are not behaving at all, the dryer vent has come unattached from the wall, and now it blows little scrammies of lint all over the place, and there is a puddle under the washer. That will keep The Mister busy for a while when he gets home.
There's no real news to report, but The Mister is all set and ready to go when the actual time comes.
Yay! I sort of had this weird feeling earlier that you were going into labor. Hopefully you'll deliver sooner than you expect! :) I'm also very glad your friends were there to help you out!
ReplyDeleteWoot! Damn good thing I went to the post office when I did. ;-)
ReplyDeletepraying for you!
ReplyDeleteYay! Baby watch!!
ReplyDeletePraying for a smooth and complication free labor. :)
I hope someone is on hand at all times! My contractions never got closer than 5 or 6 minutes with the third, and never more than a minute or so, then BAM 7 minute long contraction ending in two pushes and TA DA! Baby Margaret. Up until that last nasty contraction, I was sleeping! Wish you well and prayers for a relaxing labor and speedy TA DA!!
ReplyDeletePrayers and easy labor thoughts coming your way...
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