Only Kidding!

I said that Thingamababy is scheduled to arrive on 22 July, didn't I?

Must have been joking!

Today at my appointment, the doctor was impressed that I am doing so well (that's polite blog-speak for "I haven't had any bleeding at all with this placenta previa") and he would like to push the date out to between 24 and 30 July. As late as he feels he can safely leave me.

I am thinking this through - processing it - and I realise that if Thingamababy is born on 22 July, he/she would only be 2 days "younger" in development than Sonny Ma-Jiminy was at his birth. Nobody worried about Sonny's lungs or his development, and he was strong and healthy. (I like being conservative, but I'm feeling positive about Thingamababy's health and development ... if Mother's intuition counts, while also fully accepting the doctor's medical experience ... ?)

Sonny fed, he grew, and he shot from a tiny 5lb 1oz up to the 50th percentile by 6 months of age. No steroids for the lungs, nothing. Just a healthy strong baby. And Sonny was (in the womb) about on the 20th percentile - Thingamababy is already about the 58th percentile. My Mother's intuition says Thingamababy will be fine, even on 22nd July. Even without the extra steroids they recommend.

BUT if they want me to wait longer, then Wait I Will. The aim of waiting is to increase the possibility that Thingamababy will be with me all the time instead of in Special Care, and hey - I'm all for that. So - whatever. To achieve this end, they may want me to kick back as an inpatient for goodness-knows-how-many-days before Thingamababy comes.

Nuisance? Yes.
Burden on relatives? Of course.
Extreme inconvenience? Absolutely.
Just a little attractive? Admittedly, yes it is.

Imagine it. Aaahhh.

Sorry I've built up the 22nd as The Date now. (It still may be the date, but if I keep going well, it may not.)

One of the things I was sad about when birth changed from natural and spontaneous to surgical and booked was the lack of spontaneity regarding the date. YAY! The spontaneity is back!

Mr de Elba is working on a way for me to get wired in hospital, whether it be pre-Thingamababy or post-Thingamababy, so I might still be able to blog, check your blogs and to email. How wonderful! What a technological hero.

Again - Imagine it: feet up all day, not allowed to do anything (at all), meals served, no small people clamouring for attention and watching me pee or shower, and unlimited time to read Stephanie Plum books and blog!

I don't think I even know how to slow down that much.