It figures. I've always been pretty terrible about procrastinating, and apparently all those papers I turned in late in school are finally getting their karmic revenge on me by giving me a late baby.
I figured out the real problem - I read all the books on pregnancy, childbirth, and baby's first year...I attended the classes...I looked through the websites...I set up the nursery...I did everything to prepare myself for the arrival of this kid. But oops! Somehow I forgot to pass the information on to her, so she doesn't know how to get out. She's made many valiant efforts to get out throught the side of my belly - usually foot-first - but to no avail. Apparently, baby is super comfortable where she is, and she apparently has no intention of going anywhere.
So we start a new countdown - three more days until induction. This countdown isn't as much fun as the due date countdown, unfortunately. It feels more like a "running out of time" countdown - baby has only 3 days and about 7 hours to get here on her own before the doctors step in and force her to come. So each passing day is a bit more, well, desperate. But the important thing to focus on is that in 4 days or so, baby will be here. And it'll be great.
Much love to everyone reading, and I'll try my best to keep you posted soon.
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Ah, Kenyon memories:
"Danni, are you awake?"
"Mmmm?"
"We have class in an hour."
"Mmmm-hmmm."
"If I leave this room, will you make it to class?"
"Mmmm."
Come on out and meet the world, Baby Dancer!
- Erika
Baby Dancer, are you here?!!! It's long past the due date, or an even better allusion, it's showtime!!! :)
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