Could someone please tell these kids dancing in joyful anticipation for their new brother that it’s going to be a while?
It’s my own fault they’re so sure the baby will be born any minute. That’s what I’ve believed too. We’ve set up the nursery. We routinely go into the nursery and talk about how the baby will be here any day. And then they dance.
But after a week of absolute certainty that I would deliver any second or that the baby pushing on my bladder would just fall out as I walked down the steps, I went to the doctor today.
Nada.
The baby is, in fact, low but I’m not dilated. At all.
She started talking about scheduling a C-section sometime close to August.
She started talking about scheduling a C-section sometime close to August.
Oh my.
Those kids sure will be tired of dancing by then.
