Well, I've resigned myself to the fact that the baby is never coming. I feel that if I can talk myself in believing that he is never popping out (I love how people say things like "popping out" as if it were that easy), then I will be pleasantly surprised when he decides to make an appearance. That's logical, is it not? I thought so too. Had my check-up at the doc today and he is still no closer than he was two weeks ago. Still 3+ centimeters, maybe 60-65% effaced. Progress has stalled.
Ok then...no more talk of the baby. What baby? Right.
LittleJuJu is doing well in school. I had a parent/teacher conference this evening. I also requested that the reading teacher be present so I could meet her and see how he is progressing in that area (not bad, could be doing better, tries hard and never gives up, no worries, will happen when it's time...blah,blah,blah) and he is a math whiz. His teacher told me that he is the most well-mannered, mild-tempered little boy she has ever met. I suppose that is something when you take into consideration the fact that she has been teaching for 18 years. Sure, she might say that to all of the parents, but I'll believe her. I know he is well-behaved at school. I'm happy about that. I just wish he could pretend school was home sometimes. Overall, a great meeting with the school. Report cards come out tomorrow.
Mr. JuJu has decided not to go to Virginia this weekend for work and instead will send one of his assistants in his place. He will be traveling to Columbus on both Friday and Saturday, so he will be much closer, should I need to call him and have him rush home. Which I won't. Because this baby is never coming. I also have a friend on-call who can be here in two hours (she drives like I do on the turnpike) in case I need her...so all is well. Not that we need a plan or anything...because the baby isn't coming.
What else? I feel so huge these days and depressed. I was so excited about a week or two ago, cleaning and nesting the entire house, thinking that the baby would be coming any second, and now? Now I am just SICK OF WAITING. Sick of keeping things neat and in order, sick of weighing myself, sick of the one pair of pants that don't further accentuate my HUGE ASS, sick of the three or so shirts that I can stand...just basically really pissy these days. Be glad you don't live here with me.
Tell me something good. Something nice, something funny. OR! Tell me how you went two weeks overdue and weighed 300 pounds. Misery loves company, people.
I don't have the link on me, but come to my site and then go and choose your prison bitch name, it is hours of fun, I promise.
See no baby talk...oh crap. I didn't mean it, I promise. Oh and my cousin was 4 weeks overdue, but luckily they don't let them be that late anymore. An on time baby is not a bad thing. Just know he can't live in there forever. Promise him a car when he turns 16 or something, see if that works. ;)
Posted by: Melissa | Thursday, November 09, 2006 at 09:12 PM
I went a week overdue with my first and 2 days overdue with my second, so I feel for you. Both times the doctor said we could have a baby at any time, but like you I stalled at about 2-3 cm and was 75-80% effaced.
I hope you don't labor ALL DAY like I did with both of mine tho. I think, in fact, my labor was actually LONGER with the second. Go figure.
Good luck to you!
--Mary
Posted by: ProudMary | Thursday, November 09, 2006 at 10:36 PM
Just think... this one loves you soooooo much, he never wants to leave!
Posted by: Becky | Thursday, November 09, 2006 at 10:42 PM
here is a blog that i've been reading for a while, that you might enjoy too because you are a mom... no its not my blog but its interesting
http://shapeofamother.blogspot.com/
THIS might count as telling you something good?
Posted by: Leah | Friday, November 10, 2006 at 12:58 AM
It took me days to finally see my baby. And, I looked like expecting a giant popping out of my belly.
I also like the *popping out* thing.
Posted by: RianaLance | Friday, November 10, 2006 at 03:04 AM
I had a temporary tattoo that said "POP!" that I affixed to my very pregnant belly. My doctor cracked up when he saw it! Maybe if you write inspirational things like that on your belly in washable marker, it will speed him up. Stuff like, "HURRY!" and "5 minute labour!" and "Atta Boy! Come to Mama!"
Can't hurt...
Posted by: Shann | Friday, November 10, 2006 at 07:48 AM
I can't share any personal pregnancy stories with you because, well, I'm a guy. But I've got my fingers crossed, okay?
Posted by: Chris | Friday, November 10, 2006 at 08:26 AM
So basically you're smuggling watermelons?
A child who behaves away from home and misbehaves at home is a sign of excellent parenting. He knows what the rules are and follows them until he gets home to where he feels really safe and unconditionally loved and can let loose with his personality a little. Good job!
Kick back and order yourself a pizza. Get a bunch of movies. Do whatever it takes to distract yourself - he'll be here soon!
Posted by: Robin | Friday, November 10, 2006 at 08:52 AM
The elephant here. I feel your pain, and I know that someday the kid will "pop" out. Meanwhile, all the more reason to sit with your feet up eating bon-bon's!
Posted by: Maribeth | Friday, November 10, 2006 at 09:24 AM
How dare you skip a day of posting and not have that baby!
Posted by: Beth | Friday, November 10, 2006 at 10:05 AM
um...something good...mcdreamy and meredith are back together...that's pretty good, i think :)
Posted by: ali | Friday, November 10, 2006 at 11:08 AM
I agree with Robin, When I was younger I misbehaved at home, nothing horrible but like leaving lights on all the time and not doing the dishes etc. But at school I was the teachers pet, a little angel, never got a bad report.
So it is good parenting, good job again x2
Posted by: Leah | Friday, November 10, 2006 at 02:19 PM
Lets seeeeee, something interesting....I'm good at this.
Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people.
There are three golf balls sitting on the moon.
The average housefly lives only two weeks.
Flamingos pee on their legs to cool themselves off.
The average person spends three years of his or her life on a toilet.
I could go for days
P.s. Im sure you look FABBBBBBULOUS
Posted by: Buie | Saturday, November 11, 2006 at 02:30 AM
I was listening to satellite radio, when I glanced up at the LCD display to realize the perfect baby name:
Wolfgang Amadeus...
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It's unique enough, it has its drawbacks: i.e. pronunciation issues until age 8.....
It also commits the child to either be a composer or head of some international monetary fund.
Try it out around the house, and I think you will find Wolfie is just the most perfect choice.
Yours free to use.
Posted by: MJR | Saturday, November 11, 2006 at 03:05 PM
Well, I was only a week late. But it sounds like the little guys isn't through cooking just yet. He will come and it will be wonderful!
Posted by: Jazzy | Sunday, November 12, 2006 at 02:02 AM