What if our baby is overdue and just doesn’t seem to want to come out?
I have no idea what I would do if Baby’s due date came and went and I was still sitting here twiddling my thumbs nine days later. I mean, really, I know it’s not that uncommon, but it would still be totally crazy. Right?
…And here we are. Baby was due to be born on April 3, and it’s now April 12, with no imminent signs of labour. We’ve been into the hospital a couple of times for ultrasounds, to make sure everything’s okay, and all of the signs are good, so the waiting continues.
It’s begun to feel like this Baby isn’t actually ever going to come out. We’re just going to go on indefinitely, with Larissa having difficulty standing up from the couch and me giving her back massages.
Despite that feeling, we have another ultrasound tomorrow, and then we’re on the induction list for this weekend, pending the results of the ultrasound. So one way or another, this baby is coming out sooner rather than later!
And when our baby comes out, no matter what professions or hobbies it engages in once it grows up, I know it’s going to be my favourite baby I’ve ever met.
Larissa and I are really excited to become parents, and, Lord willing, we will be, come early April 2012. As a way to celebrate our anticipation, I’m going to write a series of blog posts about who our first child might become. We don’t know if we’re having a boy or a girl, so I’m going to alternate between posts.
What if our baby grows up to be a master chef?
As our budding restaurateur familiarizes herself with our kitchen, it’s likely there will be a few cuts and a burn or two. We’d better make sure to keep some bandaids and balms handy, just in case. And I expect it will be important to practice suppressing our gag reflexes for the inevitable disastrous flavour combos we’ll have to endure as the primary guinea pigs for our daughter’s culinary experimentation.
Think of the payoff, though! I can’t wait to get free meals at our little girl’s fancy restaurant, and see the looks on all the other guests’ faces as they enjoy their food. We’ll be so proud, and we’ll tell everyone we know to go and try our daughter’s signature dish, whatever that turns out to be.
It will be really awesome if our baby grows up to be a master chef. I can’t wait to watch it happen!