I cheated. This is me pregnant with Grant. I don't have any pictures of me pregnant with Carter.
Oh wait...here's one...
This is what I looked like...hence the no pictures.
At the last minute Mike decided to come to the hospital with me. We had the test and were sent for an ultra sound as well. I’ll never forget the moment when the technician said: “Um…the baby’s not moving.”
I’m sorry, what did you just say to me? The baby’s not moving? Wanna throw out a follow up sentence about how that’s normal and everything’s fine before I rip your face off?
Luckily (for her) she eventually got the baby to move…a little. And told us I just had low fluid so movement was getting difficult. Perfectly normal. He was just a little ‘over done’.
Basically, like everything else I’ve ever tried to cook, I burnt him.
“But the package said 25 minutes!”
“Well apparently it only needed 20. You have to keep an eye on it.”
Dammit. Oh well, I’ll just start to drink more water, actually do my bed rest and we’ll be fine. Except that’s not what happened.
When we got back to labor and delivery the nurse who had done my non-stress test looked at me and said “You’re having a baby today.”
Just like that. All casual.
You’re having a baby today. Like she was telling me “You’re having a ham sandwich today”. Yes, I know that YOU do this ten times a day but I don’t. It’s a bigger deal to me so please act like it. A million thoughts were running through my head but my biggest concern was obviously…
MY UPSTAIRS HALLWAY FLOORS ARE ONLY HALF SANDED!
My next thought was at least more rational. I realized that my doctor was on vacation. It hadn’t been a concern of mine because, as I stated earlier, I wasn’t due for almost three more weeks. I thought I had time. Apparently not.
“Wanna have a baby today?”
“Ok….here he is.”
I love my babies even though they make my life a living hell on a regular basis. But the real moral of the story is that three and a half years after becoming a mother…my upstairs hallway floor is still only half sanded.