Hello. You’ve reached the T______ residence. The baby has not been born yet. I am not in labor. If you are Mr. Unreserved’s friend,
So I’m a little touchy this week. Go figure.
I’ve gotten SO much accompished this month. At the start of the month,
I finished Baby#2′s outfit, knit Peanut a hat/mitten set (okay, technically that was in November), finished the beautiful/horrible clog socks, and am making great progress on a Kiri shawl. Pictures forthcoming. I made Peanut a quilt, just need to hand-sew the back of the binding and it’s done. I sewed a duvet cover, pillow shams, and new window treatments for our room. I finally got around to hanging the full length mirror I bought two years ago.
We got the house clean, arranged the kids’ room, decorated for Christmas, completed the gift shopping. I’ve made 2 kinds of cookies, and the dough for the gingerbread men is waiting for me to get over my aversion to cookies that involve rolling and cutting dough. I’m toying with making buckeyes, too. Christmas cards have been sent. Traditional Christmas foods are stocked.
Both cradles are in place, with their clean, pretty bedding. All unisex baby clothes are washed and put away. The infant car seat is ready to go, complete with the fleecy baby bundler. There is a tiny package of 40 infant diapers on the shelf. There are many clean, fluffy receiving blankets, and the armoire still contains unopened bottles of soaps and lotions from Peanut’s shower. (Mom was right – I’ll never have to actually buy baby shampoo) The labor bag is packed. Postpartum necessities are stocked.
So WHERE’S THE BABY?! Do you hear that, Baby?! We’re ready! All this time, I’ve been saying, “Oh, what gets done will get done, and I’m not worried about the rest.” Well, we’re done. And no baby yet. Two weeks ago I was convinced that this baby would appear before the 20th, based on how I was feeling. Ironically, I feel less like labor is iminent this week than I did last week. Way back in October I claimed that I really wouldn’t mind Baby being a week late, prefering a post-Christmas birthday. I knew I would change my tune by now. Every night I go to bed hoping I’ll be woken by my water breaking. Every morning I wake, disappointed. Yesterday I volunteered to go grocery shopping, figuring that would jinx me. Nothing doing.
If DH didn’t have to work tonight, I’d arrange a sitter and go to the movies. Going inconvenient places is a great labor starter. Tom Petty said it best, “The waiting is the hardest part.” I so don’t want contractions for Christmas, though.
In other news, if you happen to leave frozen sitcks of butter on the back of the stove to soften prior to baking, and you happen to be sure you left five sticks of butter, and you notice later that there are only FOUR sticks of butter on the back of the stove, it’s a good idea to put the guilty looking dog in her cage for the night. Butter vomit is easier to clean out of a dog cage than carpeting or furnishings. Also, going grocery shopping is a good way to get out of cleaning up butter vomit.