For days 9-0 (or, you know, -1 on, though I so doubt Roger will go past due since he's been so huge!) I'm doing a separate post each day. Enjoy!
Day 3 - February 28, 2011
Ok, monkey moose, so it's 10:16 (ten-sixteen!!) but guess what? The likelihood that I'll go from zero signs of labor to you being born in the next hour and 44 minutes is so super duper small that I'm declaring it official--you're going to be born in March! Oh, happy, happy, happy day! This is seriously the most excited mama right here, little man! Seriously, I want you to be a March baby even more than I hope to avoid a Cesarean! Oh, I'm so, so, so thrilled, little man!
So today...blurg, I can't even think of anything else to say. I'm so happy you'll be born in March that my mind's a blur. Ok, and I just did finances and I'm super tired all the time and I have this crazy 10 pound bowling ball bursting forth from my gut that makes everything exhausting :) Daddy was teasing me because I stick out my tongue ala Michael Jordan every time I get up off the couch. I told him to strap a bowling ball around his belly and see how easy it is for him!
Your daddy is so super sweet though. He was closing the blinds for me and suddenly just said, "I'm so sad that I can never go through what you're going through. I can never truly sympathize with you." I, of course, corrected him and explained that he can sympathize (he can imagine that it's painful, uncomfortable and tiresome to be almost 40 weeks pregnant!) but he can't empathize (he can't actually experience the pain of pregnancy). But Rog, of the many things you need to see in your daddy and emulate, that is one--think of your wife, what she is experiencing, and be patient and gracious and try to see life as she is experiencing it. And, the best part of all is that I wasn't even complaining or anything like that! He was just seeing that things are tough for me right now and was, of his own volition, putting himself in my shoes mentally. Baby boy, I so love and adore your sweet daddy!
All right, enough. Day 3 wasn't too eventful. Cannot believe your due date is in 2 days. TWO DAYS, Roger. I get to meet you and hold you and love you and kiss you and smell you and just be your mama so very soon. I'm totally crying now so it's time to close up shop. I love you so much, sweet son, and I'm thrilled that you could come at any time. I adore you, baby boy!