We are currently in Princeton, IL awaiting the birth of our granddaughter. And waiting. And waiting.
Our daughter, Jessica is due TODAY, January 7Th. We arrived here 10 days ago for the blessed event, hoping the baby would be born early so we'd have more days to enjoy her before we have to fly back to Mesa. Time is slipping away, she is still inutero, and I'm trying to will her out.
Poor Jess is so swollen, like Violet Beauregarde in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.
She is SO ready for this baby to come out. The midwife has suggested that Jessica either a) drink some Castor oil in the morning (causing a shitload of diarrhea and then the onset of labor) OR b) have intercourse. I, personally would prefer (b), but apparently, neither option seems appealing to my daughter. I can't imagine why with her stomach out to HERE, and her cute, skinny little feet swollen beyond recognition. She just wants the baby out, "NOW!"
But we all know that the baby will come when she is good and ready. SHE doesn't care that Grandma is pacing the floor counting the days till she has to leave; SHE doesn't care that Mommy can't possibly get any bigger or she'll explode; SHE doesn't care that it would have been more convenient for her to have been born during the last two weeks while Daddy was home from teaching on Christmas break. No, none of these thoughts seem to bother her.
Although it's getting crowded where she is, it's warm and dark and she is comforted by the sound of Mommy's voice and heartbeat.
And so we wait. And wait. For Baby Girl Gray