Hi, friends and what few readers I may have out there. Clearly, my hopes to chronicle my pregnancy on here were in vain. It was a whirlwind 40 weeks, and although I loved being pregnant, I never quite found the time or energy to write about it. I know someday I’ll regret this, but there’s no fixing that, so onward! Let me tell you about our daughter!
GUYS WE HAVE A DAUGHTER!
We have a daughter and her name is Sadie. She has big blue eyes, pouty little lips and a full head of dark, fluffy hair. She looks like her papa most of the time but when she looks like me, I swear she looks just like how I remember looking as a tiny person. She has a huge smile and a husky little voice and a dimple under her left eye. She is exactly who I was expecting and nothing like what I had imagined. In short, she is magical.
And not to brag, but I brought her into the world! Sadie was born on her due date(!), May 5, 2013. The story of her birth is, at least to me, crazy and funny and fascinating. Let me impart it to you.
I had planned to work up until I went into labor so I could maximize my maternity leave, but as my due date approached, I could feel myself slowing down. My body was ready to be done. At my midwife appointment the week before I was due, my midwife looked me over and asked, “if I wrote you a note, would you feel okay leaving work?” And yes, I decided that would make me feel okay. While I was concerned that I’d be sitting around for weeks waiting for this kid, I was undeniably tired, and my commute to work, which included a bit of walking each way, was becoming more and more taxing. So I went in the next day, note in hand, and informed them that that day – Tuesday, April 30, would be my last. As it turned out, that was just in time.
After making sure my desk was in order and my temp replacement properly trained, I hunkered down for what I thought could be days of nesting and waiting. I was born 10 days late and my husband was three weeks late, so I knew there was a chance that this kiddo would be similarly tardy. Still, by the third day after I left work, I’d felt nothing, and was already starting to feel antsy and impatient. I hadn’t even reached my due date, mind you, but I was just so. Ready. To be done. That Friday, May 3, we went out to see our friends Hallelujah The Hills play a show at the Sinclair. I hadn’t been doing much going out at that point, but I thought maybe dancing around at a rock show would help things get moving.
We had a great time – the band even gave us an impending-baby shoutout – but I didn’t feel any different when I went to bed that night than I had before.
And then the next morning, Saturday, May 4, I woke up to my first contraction.
…to be continued!