If one more person asks me that question, I’m going to freak out!!!!!
Well, not really. I don’t go around making smarty-pants remarks to well-intentioned people, so I guess I’ll just smile and say “no”, like I did this morning with my mother. Read carefully, people: when a woman is on baby-watch, and especially if she is already frustrated by the mixed signals her body is sending her (and it happens to ALL of us, I promise), it does not help to constantly ask where the baby is. If the baby is out, you will know about it! If the baby is on its way, she is likely to clue you in when she feels ready to do so. If she wants to talk about her womb, you won’t need to prompt her. Here’s a suggestion: just ask if she’s feeling OK this morning. Concern is nice. Pressure is annoying.
No, I have not had the baby yet. No, I do not know when I will have the baby. Yes, I was having contractions for a day and a half, and yes, they were real (trust me, I know). No, they do not seem to have produced a baby at this point. (I’d notice. Right?) This is normal for me. All four pregnancies have given me at least a day or two of confusion before the real thing happens. I promise, when there is a baby, I will not attempt to hide that fact from anyone! OK?
Please, for the love of Pete, don’t make me think about my uterus any more than I already have to. Have a lovely Monday!
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Cindy, I love this! I can totally relate. All my babies take their time coming also and it can really get annoying to have everyone asking you a hundred times a day if you have had the baby yet! Hang in there girl! That baby boy will come when he is supposed too. God knows his Bday! Would you be interested in a playdate this week at the pool? I am thinking about today! I will call you.
Twitter: busyworkingmama
August 9, 2010 at 11:25 am
So….no baby yet? Kidding
Hope everything goes well when the little one decides to arrive!
I think Shel Silverstein probably nailed it w/ “What’s in the Sack?”
What’s in the sack? What’s in the sack?
Is it some mushrooms or is it the moon?
Is it love letters or downy goosefeathers?
Or maybe the world’s most enormous balloon?
What’s in the sack? That’s all they ask me.
Could it be popcorn or marbles or books?
Is it two years’ worth of your dirty laundry?
Or the biggest ol’ meatball ever cooked?
Does anybody ask me, “Hey when is your birthday”?
“Can you play monopoly?” “Do you like beans”?
What is the capital of Yugoslavia”?
Or “Who embroidered that rose on your jeans”?
No, what’s in the sack? That’s all they care about.
Is it a rock or rolled up giraffe?
Is it pickles or nickels or busted bicycles?
And if we guess it will you give us half
Do they ask where I’ve been, or how long I’ll be stayin’,
Where I’ll be goin’, or when I’ll be back,
Or “How do?” or “What’s new?” or Hey why are you blue?”
No, all they keep asking is, “What’s in the sack?”
“What’s in the sack?” I’m blowing my stack
At the next one who asks me, “What’s in the sack?”
What?
Oh no. Not you too!
Oh, how I remember those days…..
Hang in there.
Twitter: callmekaro
August 9, 2010 at 8:09 pm
Wow! Thanks Cindy for the comment you left on my (woefully neglected) blog. Not only are we fellow North Carolinians, but we are also fellow homeschooling moms it seems.
Good luck with the new baby who will most definitely make an arrival on his own schedule!