One week past “due,” we find ourselves really wishing that we had never been given a date at all. No matter how many times you tell yourself that it’s just an estimate – one which could be off by several weeks in either direction, no less – it’s hard to shake that number once you’ve got it in your head. (It’s especially difficult for those of us who are by nature are compulsive planners.)
I’ll be the first to say that in pregnancy, as in life, it’s all about setting realistic expectations. Only 5% of babies are actually born on their “due date,” so with this in mind we’ve done our best to disregard the date altogether. We’ve tried to avoid speaking it out loud and have had to dodge the question:
“When is the baby due?”
“Oh, late September, early October, we’ll see…”
I’ve gotta tell you, though – anyway you slice it, it doesn’t really work. Deep down inside, nobody’s that zen. We were really hoping to have met our new little roomie by now, and it’s well past time for me to take over some of the duty of carrying him around.
We try to keep moving and we try to keep calm – every day that goes by is a day that I’m able to put to good use. Baby Momma and I are spending a lot of quality time together, and simultaneously, Volume V from Le Metro – Wine. Underground. is all ready to ship out next week. (Volume VI is already in the works, although it’s slow going with my head in the clouds.)
I try to stay busy enough that my excitement is contained; according to certain schools of thought Mommy and Daddy’s baited breath actually keeps baby in. The way I keep catching my jaw clenching these days, if I was the one carrying Little Dude around we’d have quite a while left to wait. (Luckily Wifey is generally a much calmer person than I am, and is determined enough to keep it that way that she’s already turned her phone off and gone into hibernation mode.)
We walk several miles a day together and are spoiling ourselves rotten with food (as much and as spicy as possible). Following the midwives orders we’re enjoying as much sexy time as possible (THANK YOU MIDWIVES!!).
However, as wonderful as it all is, we’d much rather be munching on our baby boy.