which means this kid is done and can come out whenever he wants too.
And considering last time at this point our house looked something like this I'm feeling pretty ready. Or as ready as one can get. My hospital bag is packed, a plan is in place for our daughter, we've talked to our friends/relatives about how we're going to spread the news once the baby comes*, our house is clean (M'FING CLEAN, actually. We even did the stove and I don't think we've done that since we bought it. 6 years ago.), and we're slowly checking off the list of random crap we wanted to get done beforehand. Such as getting my haircut:
|Yes. I am large. Whatever. I'm 10 months pregnant. Also perhaps maybe I could have blow dried and styled it before taking a picture? Or perhaps located some makeup? Meh.|
Pic from the last ultrasound. We got no good face shots b/c Scipio's reaction to any type of poking at is to RUN AWAY AND HIDE. Clearly not following in the footsteps of his "namesake".
17 hours of unmedicated back labor**
If I made it through that I can make it through whatever this kid decides to throw at me.
|That is a kid in there, right? I kindof don't see it.|
So yeah. No baby yet. But we're officially ready and waiting.
*Hint: NOT on Someone else's facebook/twitter/mass email. Seriously. We have too many people that we'd like to call individually and news travels too fast on the intertubes for that to end well. And if someone I wanted to call finds out from some random facebook post? NOT COOL. Once we post it ourselves I don't care if people shout it from their own social media mountaintops but until then NO. Also and I think I'm kindof alone in this age of crazy social media exposure... but while I'm in labor I really don't want the state of my um... business... out there for the world to see and speculate on. Ick.
** Yeah the unmedicated part of that isn't some badge of honor. I had an epidural. They set it wrong. I got NO pain relief. And noone believed me b/c "there's only so much we can do for back labor". It was HORRIBLE. Finally the awesome nurse I had got the head of anesthesia in to see me and he figured out the problem and redid the whole thing. Immediately I couldn't feel my legs and was able to handle rest of what was ahead. But by that point I was already at transition and had been through the aforementioned 17 hours totally on my own. FUNTIMES.