Last night I finished up the work I had to finish by noon today around 1:30a.m., and just as I was finishing, I started thinking my tummy was feeling a little funny. I thought it would be too perfect if Juniorette decided to let me know she was coming the minute I finished my work, but I also wanted to get it finished, just in case she is really that tuned in. And for the next 90 minutes or so I was absolutely convinced we would be visiting the midwife for a second time yesterday, and that Heather was spot on with her 23-1-23 birthday prediction. At that point the contractions were about 20 minutes apart, so I figured there was no point in calling the midwife until either my water broke or the contractions were closer together. Then around 3 a.m. I was just too sleepy to bother with the timing, and I figured if she was coming there would be even stronger contractions and they would wake me up. Although I was definitely feeling weak contractions throughout the night, nothing to really wake me up and make me think it was time to get in the car. When Sara was born I had weak contractions the whole day before she was born, but once I was up this morning, I haven’t felt anything since. Ah well. Today is not my baby’s birthday.
MIL just phoned a little while ago to find out how I was doing and if there was any progress and to let me know she was ready to come at a moment’s notice if I needed her. Apparently Akinori hadn’t told her about yesterday’s experience so I told her that we thought it might be a good idea if she were there if we had to have Sara with us, and she said she was happy to oblige and she is ready to go at a moment’s notice. I also told her that the midwife asked us who would be cutting the umbilical cord, and we kind of decided yesterday that if Akinori is there, he’ll do it, but if he’s not, I thought it would be nice for MIL if she got to do it. I have the option of doing it myself, which I would kind of like to, but I am carrying around this kid for 9-10 months which is pretty special in itself, and there are 2 more kids in our future plans, so I will hopefully have another chance in the future, but who knows if MIL will. So I asked her on the phone if she would, and she got really excited and was like “Are you sure it’s ok? Will they let me? Are you sure you want me to do it? It would be the first time for me to do something like that!” That made me really glad I asked her. I can’t imagine someone not being thrilled at asked to cut the cord, I mean it’s kind of like being asked to be someone’s best man or maid of honor at their wedding. But her reaction was really sweet. The only problem, which I thought of after hanging up the phone, was that if MIL does end up cutting the cord, my own mother is going to FLIP OUT. She doesn’t have to be told, I suppose, but at the same time I shouldn’t feel like I have to hide the fact either. Ah well, I suppose we shall cross that bridge when and if we get to it. For now, I think I’ll just concentrate on getting this bub out.