I still cannot believe I could ever be this happy knowing that someone’s baby who was born so far away from here would drive me to feeling SO elated, but it’s true!
One of my forum friends had her baby yesterday and the gushing happiness was almost too much. It’s weird, how this whole process brings you close with people you wouldn’t know otherwise and exposes you to more of your humanity than you ever thought possible. The truth is, I am still in awe and completely dazed and happy for her… and realizing more and more that not only there is NO ROOM at this inn, but that very soon my one guest of honor will be leaving through the strait gate and commencing its little life on its own. Yesterday overall was a great day…. got birth announcements ready to go, and Christmas cards, and had a lovely lunch at one of my favorite places, Mariposa. AND NUTZ HAD HER BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *paroxysms of happy*
I envision a Saturday morning birth, and gushingly spelling out “S-AT-U-R-D-A-Y NIGHT” into its little baby ear sometime later that day, thus indoctrinating the kid into a lifetime of love for both disco music and the loveliness that is Saturday. A Saturday child who won’t really have to work hard for a living as the rhyme portends. A Saturday baby, just like its mama and its dada. A little piece of humanity, joining us into this life on the best day of the week.
Although if it happens to be Wednesday or Monday –like I thought it would be about 12 hours ago– or Thursday like it’s grandma, that will be fine too. But my sudden intuition– that same pesky and weird intuition that guessed my friend’s baby would be a Sunday Afternoon Football baby– feels that this baby belongs to Saturday.
But man, did I ever have to stop my brain from chanting over and over “Monday’s Child is Fair of Face.”
Earlier today, I awakened with crampiness and backache and contractions and the whole nine yards. I started to monitor myself and document my symptoms in my head. I also started running a checklist of what to do: Should I call Labor and Delivery? Should I wake up my husband? My mother? Should I just DRIVE to L&D? Will my water break on the clean sheets or will it be just a trickle? What is the kid doing trying to bolt its little head to my pelvis! OW!!!!!!!
Are you ready for this?
That’s right. My false alarm, gas.
I swear pregnancy has its fun with you and then some.