Mommybrain

Due date has come and is about to go. No one thought I would make it to my due date, much less past it. My mom’s been here for over a week. Other eager grandparents and friends are calling, IMing, texting every day to “check on my status”. Um, status is: when there’s something to report I will report it. So I’ve been feeling all this anxiety to GET THIS BABY OUT. And actual guilt that I’m keeping everyone waiting and I should be doing something about it.

Before and after prenatal yoga yesterday I took a long, hilly walk. I’ve been drinking labor tea, taking hot baths, having Thor give me foot rubs, doing acupressure on labor-inducing spots, getting up to some hankypanky in the bedroom (which believe me is no easy feat at this point) and even started an hourly homeopathic regimen of little under-the-tongue meltaway pills today. And then tonight in the bath I realized I just need to freaking RELAX. So what if the baby’s not here yet. She’ll come when she’s good and ready. And what am I so eager about anyway? This week has been the most down-time I’ve had in five and a half years. FIVE AND A HALF YEARS. Why not just bloody enjoy it? Today a girlfriend and her baby came over for lunch. And then — while Quinn was still in after-care at school — we actually sat in my living room and watched a movie. In the middle of the day. What a startling concept. And I went about six hours without opening my laptop. Mind boggling.

So ok. I’m going to accept this leisure time as a gift because I know that soon enough my life will get turned on it’s head and I will mourn for these few precious days of nothing to do but BE.