1. My wife is amazing.
2. My family is remarkably supportive.
3. My wife's family is remarkably supportive too.
Hey everyone! I'm going to wager a Buffalo Nickel (a fairly rare U.S. coin) that unless you are one of my facebook friends you thought that I didn't blog on Thursday and Friday because I was telling my wife to keep breathing, and because I was taking care of a newborn. I might even go so far as to bet that you thought I was losing my mind because said newborn wouldn't fall asleep. And you know what? I'd win that bet because on Thursday I was helping my buddy move and on Friday I was at a midwife's appointment where my wife's cervix was checked, we were told she'd have a no stress test in a few days, and the topic of induction never came up.
That's right people, we are six days over the due date, and I'm not to prideful to tell you that I'm step closer to the edge, and I'm about to break (obscure Linkin Park reference anyone?). I remember reading the What to Expect book about not getting too set on the 'due date' because it never happened on that date and to think about it as more of a ballpark, and I also remember thinking how pathetic someone would have to be to get themselves set on that date, because we all know that babies come early, and babies come late. Well, I'm pathetic. Maybe my hear wasn't set on the Summer Solstice exactly, but I thought within the week might be nice. Oh, who am I kidding, I started losing it on two days late.
And then, because I'm part of my paternal family, I start to worry. We have a confirmed worry gene... well almost confirmed. I start thinking about umbilical cords, and amniotic fluid, and big babies coming out of small mommies, and I start Googling what the risks are of inducing, but all I can find are sites trying to calm parents whose doctors want to induce early. *deep breath*
So, now my mind won't stop having a make believe argument with the midwife about how the risks of not inducing greatly outweigh the risks of keeping the baby in longer, while refuting each of the few risks I've found on the internet, while trying to hide from her that part of my reasons for having said argument aren't because I fear for my wife's and the child's safety, but because I'm really just anxious about getting the baby into the living, breathing part of life. Though the safety stuff is really a big part of it. maybe, eighty percent safety, twenty percent inpatient.
Anyway, the non-stress test is tomorrow, I may just have that argument then. On the bright side, the place where we bought Mass Effect had a really good deal, so we bought Prince of Persia also (the one where you have the claw hand), and both games are off the hook (Vinny, that street slang was for you, and AC, the video games were for you). Have a nice day.