Monday, March 13, 2006
March 17, 2006
That's the date of induction. At 9:00 am - I am to be at the hospital ready, willing and waiting. It's exciting because deep down I always thought this would be a St. Patty's baby. Now, it's looking like more of a reality unless something happens between now and Friday. And, goodness help me - I hope my labor doesn't extend to the 18th!
I feel like I have so many things to do and not enough time. It's literally consuming all of my thoughts. I still want to scrub every crevice of my house, my SIL needs me to do her taxes, I have to get my own taxes figured out, etc., etc. Not to mention packing the bag and making sure that I have all of my arrangements made for Maggie. Goodness - I'm going to miss her while I'm in the hospital. I just LOVE that girl!
Of course, now that we're having a St. Patty's Day baby, my husband has decided she needs an Irish name. I thought we were about 85% solidified on one and now he's decided he wants something different. I'm thinking this is going to get ugly before it ends. LOL! The name debate has been ongoing since we found out we were having a girl. With Maggie, we knew immediately what we were going to name her. With this one - we have no clue. It's sad. I have a list sitting by my computer at home that I plan to take with me. That way I don't forget any of the ones that I like. Or, mistakenly give her a name that means "transsexual goat" or something. This baby naming stuff is scary business!
We also have the ongoing saga of me wanting NOBODY in the room but my husband. For some reason, people don't understand that. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't birth a PRIVATE thing? I mean, seriously, it's not a family picnic. In the end, birth is a beautiful thing, but it's still my private area that's on display and I'm just not really feeling this whole "letting everyone and their brother" in the room. I feel like Bailey from G/A - don't look at my va-jay-jay. The biggest one is my husband's sister. The last time she showed up while I was laboring she needed more attention from my nurses than I did. She requested heated blankets so that she could take a nap and then proceeded to sleep on the floor. WTH!?! My doctor had to step over her. I told the doctor to just kick her to the side, but I guess that wouldn't have went over well. So, I've asked DH to tell everyone that I don't want a bunch of people there. Besides, I can be a moody one, especially when in pain. Good thing is, doc told me today that I didn't have to be Superwoman and could have my epidural whenever. Yes - I'll take an epidural and a good dose of pitocin please.
Gotta go home and get ready. So many things to do, so little time!