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Wouldn’t it be great to start the week off with a baby? Well, that is what I keep trying to tell Reed … but he is not having it just yet.

UPDATE: I went to the OB at 1 p.m.today for an appt. but she was not in the office so they had me rescheduled with someone else, an OB that I don’t care for due to past experiences with her. She is just too inexperienced and I got a bad vibe from her the last time I saw her.

Anyway, they are supposed to call and tell you when your OB is not going to be there but of course I didn’t get a call. So, Chris and I decided we would rather wait to see our regular OB since we feel more comfortable with her, and if there was going to be any talk of induction, etc., we didn’t want to do it with someone who didn’t know us. My OB is off tomorrow, go figure, so now we’re going in on Wednesday to see her. I’ll be calling first, though!

Now, if I could just insert a sound clip here with a primal scream, this post would better.

UPDATE #2: Well, it’s bedtime and maybe tomorrow will bring my sweet baby. We are actually hoping for Oct. 1 now because that is a very significant date for us. Chris and I met on Oct. 1, 2003 and married on Oct. 1, 2005. So, it would be fitting for our little guy to come into this world on such an important day.

I don’t eat spicy foods but Chris convinced me to eat Indian last night. It didn’t do a thing but make me have a terrible tummy ache and raging heartburn all night last night. Got up today and was determined to keep moving all day long so we ran a ton of errands, did a bunch of laundry and took the dog on a walk.

There is always tomorrow, though. He will have to make his debut pretty soon!

Well, this morning started out a little rough, but by this afternoon I have gotten a whole new perspective on things. We had an OB appointment to go over the ultrasound results from two days ago. I think I have mentioned that we have been watching Baby Reed’s kidneys because they are a bit enlarged. Well, today the OB said that his kidneys had gotten larger since the last ultrasound earlier this month, and some other “plumbing” is being affected. That was a bit worrisome to me.

When she mentioned calling the pediatric urologic surgeon to see if we needed to induce in order to deal with the kidney situation, that really got me concerned. And to think I was worried about having to go two more weeks without a baby just a few days ago!

After a few hours of waiting to hear back from my OB once she talked to the surgeon, she called to say that we did not need to induce because of the kidneys, and that the situation is nothing to be overly concerned with or alarmed about. We can deal with his kidneys once he is here, whenever that is. I have to say, that really made me feel a lot better and I am at peace with the fact that he may be camping out a little bit longer. As long as he is OK, then I have no reason to complain.

So, I am going to do my best not to whine and moan about being uncomfortable for a little while longer. I am so incredibly lucky to work for one of the best Children’s Hospitals in the country, live only a mile from it and have immediate access to the specialists. I actually know and was able to hand pick the pediatric urologic surgeon who will be taking care of Reed, and he called me personally just a few minutes ago to reiterate that I should not be worried.

So many other families have to travel for hundreds of miles to get the care that Baby Reed will be able to get so easily. And my confidence that they’ll be able to take care of any issue he may have is very high, so I am not going to worry about the small stuff.

There’s still no baybeeee.

I’m losing mind,

Just going crazy!

Seriously, this situation is reaching a critical mass. I had an ultrasound today and Reed is weighing in at 8 pds, 6 oz (give or take 20 oz). Ok, so that is no big deal if he comes in the next few days. But!!!! My doctor could make me go as long as Oct. 5 (or later) if Reed doesn’t come on his own, which means the kid could practically come out with a full set of teeth and a beard, smoking a cigar. And he could weigh like 11 pds!

Continued threats of eviction are not working, the yoga ball bouncing does nothing … got any other ideas on how to get this squatter to vacate the premises?

I had to share this picture from one of my favorite blogs, The Daily Coyote. Once you go on this site, you’ll be fascinated by the author’s journey of rescuing an orphaned baby coyote and raising him, a cat and now a puppy in her one room cabin in rural America. If this image doesn’t send a strong message about coexisting, I don’t know what would.

And if you find this interesting, I must also mention that the Daily Coyote blogger, Shreve, has a 90 year old grandmother who is also blogging. Her story-telling abilities are amazing and it is like reading a chapter of a great book every time you open a post. You can read Svensto’s blog here. I recommend starting with her oldest posts and catching up to her current posts. I would do the same for the Daily Coyote. There are tons of amazing pictures and interesting insight about her role as mommy to a coyote.

This was us a year ago today.

Back to bouncing on my yoga ball.

Oh Cake Wrecks blog, how I love thee!

That’s what my OB told me this morning at my appointment. I am apparently a fingertip dialated and 60 percent effaced, whatever that means. The OB is still sticking to her original due date of Sept. 28 while I am holding out on Sept. 23 since I think I know best when this baby was concieved. It doesn’t matter in the long run, Reed is going to come when he wants to, and there is nothing I can do about it!

I’m trying not to be frustrated but I am more than ready to have this baby. Walking which has been very difficult more months, has gotten even harder and more painful. Sleeping is so-so at best, with my hips going numb after a short time regardless of what side I lay on. I am sure that is preparing me for the lack of sleep I will soon be getting with feedings throughout the night and the little one waking up frequently.

I am still working, but at home full-time, thanks to my awesome supervisors. I can tell I am getting even more fatigued so it is great not to have to get dressed or shower each morning - I get to sleep a little longer that way. The dog and cats are pretty good office mates, except they like to follow me into the bathroom and sometimes Sasha tries to type on the keyboard.

Pray I don’t drive my sweet hubby nuts these last few days. I am not the most pleasant person to be around and he is the closest target.