Friday, September 19, 2008

Hit me!

Today is the day.

Back in May, an ultrasound technician took some measurements of our then 19-week old baby via some grainy 2D black and white images, fed the numbers into a computer program, and the computer program spit out a date: 19 September 2008. Since then, this date has been the magic golden number upon which all my prenatal analysis has been based. It is the all holy estimated due date. It is the day the doctors believe our baby should be born, no if, ands or buts. Certainly no discussion or consideration of any other contributing factors.

As far as I can tell, our baby has no intention of being born today, and if our baby is not born today, then, as of tomorrow, I will be considered — horror of horrors — overdue. The earth will split open, demons will slither out from the depths, the thick, deadly smoke of hell will block out the sun, and time will stop. So in the name of all that is good, just, and beautiful (and just because you like me) hit me with all the "baby, come out!" vibes you can muster. Pray, meditate, hope. Do what you have to do. Let's get this baby out!


louese said...

they can schedule you for inductions all they like, you DO have to show up though. and oh! sorry, i forgot! oops i had something conflicting, or hmmm something wasn't agreeing with me (like you, you hospital!) can work over and over and over again ;)

hold out. stay strong. come down to the store cause i'm bored ;)

mindy said...

I'm sending you all the "baby, come out" vibes I can muster.

I've been thinking about you a lot lately, and wondering if Baby Lyons has made his/her appearence yet. Hopefully by the time you read this, s/he will have and I can stop saying, "his/her and s/he."