Yes, Jabberwocky is still in utero. Today I tried reflexology on my feet, massaging the pressure points that the Internet told me are supposed to induce labor. My eagerness is immense, but I am not forgetting to also be grateful for the peaceful time I've been having pre-baby.
Several times every day I experience a distinct wave of emotion that lasts for a minute or two and then subsides. I'll be sitting calmly, and suddenly it feels like someone has poured liquid on my head and it flows down my body and sinks in through my skin and gets absorbed and turns to nothing. The emotion is a painfully sweet nostalgic feeling, like joy and sorrow at the same time. This has only been going on for the past three days. I'd think it's related to whatever hormonal changes I'm undergoing in preparation for labor.
Well. I just made several trips to and from the basement to set up my station in front of the TV. I have my plate of food, my mug of tea, my cup of water, and my computer. Then I spent 10 minutes flipping through the channels trying to find green-and-gold uniforms. Then my husband informed me that the game is on ESPN, which we don't get. If I want to follow the Packers tonight, I have to turn on the radio. Which is upstairs.
If my final trip back upstairs brings on contractions, I'll be much obliged to ESPN.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
One Day Overdue
I woke up this morning and joined my husband in the sunroom. He told me he had been thinking of plans for today, and he thought we should go to the new bookstore in town and also rent Captain America. I love being married to him.
He also suggested that we play Carcassonne, which we did, and grill steaks for dinner. The steak-grilling part is happening right now (quick Anders! Before we lose the light!). So it's been a fun day.
We played ping pong to try to induce labor. I'm convinced ping pong is the perfect activity for this. It is not strenuous, but it involves the perfect amount of lunging and stooping for balls to jiggle Jabberwocky down the cervix. Ping pong daily from now until her birth! Which I hope means we will not be playing ping pong very much!
She's still moving pretty frequently. I keep thinking how she doesn't know that she will soon be making her exit from the womb. I wonder if she's annoyed at how crowded she's getting.
He also suggested that we play Carcassonne, which we did, and grill steaks for dinner. The steak-grilling part is happening right now (quick Anders! Before we lose the light!). So it's been a fun day.
We played ping pong to try to induce labor. I'm convinced ping pong is the perfect activity for this. It is not strenuous, but it involves the perfect amount of lunging and stooping for balls to jiggle Jabberwocky down the cervix. Ping pong daily from now until her birth! Which I hope means we will not be playing ping pong very much!
She's still moving pretty frequently. I keep thinking how she doesn't know that she will soon be making her exit from the womb. I wonder if she's annoyed at how crowded she's getting.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Happy Veterans Day
No baby yet. Unless she is born in the next 3 hours or so, it looks like she is going to miss her super cool 11-11-11 due date. My two days of maternity leave so far have consisted of laundry, vacuuming, dusting, taking naps, taking walks, and making this:
Which was a really great way to keep myself totally absorbed and distracted. So I guess tomorrow I'll have to bake something else.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Waiting for the Zap
I think it's good for me to go through this period of knowing that at any second, God is going to zap my life and change it forever. Zap! I'll be in labor! Zap! I'll have a daughter to take care of! I can't control when it happens, certainly can't stop it from happening, and beyond a certain point I can't even really prepare for it. Anders and I are trying to keep in a state of readiness, at least as far as cleaning the dishes after every use and keeping gas in the tank. But priming emotionally or gaining the correct amount of knowledge beforehand is simply hopeless. I can't wrap my mind around this. I'm excited, and I'm glad Jabberwocky's coming whether I'm ready or not ... because how could I ever actually be ready? Really ready?
It's a reminder that even apart from Jabberwocky, even after she's born, God can zap my life at any moment and change it forever. You know? I spend all my extra time these days wondering what else needs to be done before Jabberwocky comes. What if my water broke at this moment - could I drop what I'm doing and turn to the all-important task of getting her into this world safely? And while I'm thinking that, another thought keeps creeping up. What if Jesus were to come back at this moment? Or some other completely life-altering event were to take place? I'm not in control. God is. Am I ready for whatever He's going to do? Have I arranged my life to make room for Him to come in and shake things up if He wants? Is my heart open to Him? Do I trust Him completely?
Waiting for Jabberwocky to be born does teach me that life is in God's hands. (Cuz if it were up to me ... I'd have her born by now.)
It's a reminder that even apart from Jabberwocky, even after she's born, God can zap my life at any moment and change it forever. You know? I spend all my extra time these days wondering what else needs to be done before Jabberwocky comes. What if my water broke at this moment - could I drop what I'm doing and turn to the all-important task of getting her into this world safely? And while I'm thinking that, another thought keeps creeping up. What if Jesus were to come back at this moment? Or some other completely life-altering event were to take place? I'm not in control. God is. Am I ready for whatever He's going to do? Have I arranged my life to make room for Him to come in and shake things up if He wants? Is my heart open to Him? Do I trust Him completely?
Waiting for Jabberwocky to be born does teach me that life is in God's hands. (Cuz if it were up to me ... I'd have her born by now.)
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