My baby is big. 8 pounds and some ounces already.
Today I went to the doctor, and she said the baby is in the perfect position. I’ve been hearing this for a while, but it is still a huge comfort to hear it again. She told us how hard it was to measure the heartbeat because the baby is moving everywhere (I could have clued her in on that one…). Annnd, she told us that the baby’s head still isn’t as far down as I would like to believe it is. Sigh.
Victor says, “March 12th, Jania. The baby isn’t ready yet. She’ll come when she’s ready!” Oh, honey, Mama is ready.
I’m not going to complain TOO much, after all, there are some things I’d like to have ready first. I’ve been diligently working on a little blankie for the chamaco made out of the left-over material from my Moby Wrap. My husband picked out the color–it’s bright yellow. It’s really taken a long time to make this–which is good, considering time is the one thing I have a lot of.
I’d like for our house to be spic-n-span. In fact, yesterday, my husband witnessed my first fit-pitching directed towards him. I wanted to clean the room and bathroom we’ll be using for the birth (we hope). Unfortunately, Victor used some strong cleaner in the little bathroom, and I knew it wasn’t something I should inhale for 30 minutes. He didn’t expect me to clean it, so he kept saying, “Leave it–I’ll do it.” Well, I even broke out stomping feet and flailing arms for this doozy. He wasn’t impressed.
We also ordered some goodies from the United States to use. A friend boxed them up and sent them my way. At the time, I thought, “Oh, no biggie. They’ll be here with time to spare.” It seems that when you have time to spare, you worry about all the time that you might not have to spare. This box included some postpartum care items I’d really like to have.
I battled my doola (I’ve decided that’s really what she is rather than a midwife) over wearing diapers when the baby is born. (Not the baby–he’ll be in diapers.) Apparently, this is really common/expected here. Women use Depends rather than pads. I’m not judging them, I just don’t want to join that party wagon. She was disappointed. She also was disappointed when I informed her that I wouldn’t be purchasing a 400 peso ice pack for my nether region. “Well, if you want inflammation and pain, that’s your choice,” she said in Spanish. No offense, lady, but you just lost major support-the-mama points. If I had more choices, I would choose someone else in a moment’s notice.
So, you can see what sitting around waiting around for this baby does to me: It brings out the beast. We’ll be lucky if the daddy, the doctor, and the doula are still here when this little Mexican finally shows up.