I said, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
At this rate, I won’t be surprised if we have the kid on the actual due date, in five days. We’ll see.
They say the expectant mother gets a huge burst of energy right before, but I’ve given up on that sign. We had a humongous yard sale on Saturday, and Michelle was lifting objects, running around, schmoozing with the people who showed up, and not going into labor.
I came home yesterday and she was on her knees weeding in the front yard. But still no baby.
She’s been taking walks, cleaning, and setting up the front room for my mother to stay in. And of course, none of these seemed to initiate labor.
I have to say, it’s actually been quite convenient. It was such a relief to clear out that front room with all the stuff we wanted to get rid of. The yard sale was hardly worth the time and energy for the amount of money we made, but it was satisfying to see all our stuff picked up by people who were sincerely interested in it.
I was especially gratified to see most of my cassette tape collection dwindle away at ten cents each. If I’d have taken that to the local thrift shop or charity, it would have been thrown straight in the garbage pile. How wonderful to know that all those albums and mixes from my past are actually going to be listened to!
I’m relieved now that the house is more in order, and I’ve started getting sleep again, now that Celia is weaned. Finally, I feel ready to have this little bundle of joy. But I’m not going to go running out the door the next time Michelle has a cramp.
At least, that’s what I’m saying today.
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