So, Maggie was due yesterday, Wednesday May 12th 2010. For the past 6 months we’ve told everyone who asked that she was due on 5/11, not sure who told us this (Swedish First Hill X-ray Tech!) sometime down the line, but we’ve held to it. Needless to say, it was a little disappointing to the Magster to hear that when we appeared at our “due date” appointment Tuesday that we were actually due… tomorrow.
There has been a barrage of daily emails and phone calls from everyone inquiring into “has the baby come yet”, and “has Andie arrived?” As a general rule people, I probably won’t be showing up to work the day (or day after, or week after for that matter) the baby arrives. It’s really great that so many people care and think to call or email, it really… feels great. I really like it, Magster, not so much. She’s working from home these days in the lead-up to Andie’s arrival and as such, as been bombarded with IM’s from co-workers asking if the baby’s showed up? Like the baby will be arriving from a long car drive. We understand why people inquire – because they care and are thinking about it.
We’ve learned so much about babies and “birthin” in the past 9 months it’s amazing. The rule is that if the baby hasn’t shown up by 2 weeks after the due date, they (the health pros) will induce labor. Basically because the baby will be humongous if you let them marinade too much longer than that. Since our combined heights equal what seems like almost 14′, I’m guessing Andie will not be a petite baby…. so we’re not against this idea of inducement after 2 weeks. I’m going to try and regularly update this Baby Watch ™ with what we’re doing and will try to spare the gory details, and terms such as “mucus plug” and “bloody show” – whoops!
Night 1 of Baby Watch featured our next door neighbors having a birthday party for one of their flatmates. I stopped by in time to check out the “mariachi” band that they had planned as a surprise. Not a traditional mariachi, more like a marching band. They were good fun though. What was less fun, was when our neighbor Jan (who was understandably angry at the almost 10 pm yelling and loud 13-piece band) came outside and yelled at – ME! I guess my previous indiscretions lead her to believe that I might be the perpetrator. I was not.