Chocolate Heals

Annie Greeting Me at 39 Weeks


2 Hours 59 minutes 30 seconds: The time Baby Alderks is to make his/her entrance into this world. December 6th. Let me play out a scenario for you that occurred today.
Ring Ring
Aunt Mary: Hello?
Me: Hi Aunt Mary.
Aunt Mary: Hi, how are you doing?
Me: "I'm kind of sad." (Shaking voice near the edge of sobbing)
Aunt Mary: "You poor thing, what's wrong?"
Me: Tears flowing freely. "I'm just sad that the baby has not come yet. Can I come over?"
Aunt Mary: "Of course, I'll be home."

After crying to her on the phone, I felt much better. Driving to Pleasant Grove, I laughed to myself at my impatient sadness.

Mary offered me a listening ear and some homemade chocolates. I ate probably 7. Yes. Sorry baby, but I needed that.

I see the Dr. tomorrow for my 40 week check-up. I've realized many of things.
1. That I don't think I ever want to know my due date again. Instead, I want the Dr. to say, "You're due in early December." Giving exact dates isn't a good idea for this planner of a girl.
2.Uncertainty kills me, or at least tests my patience. My life and the babies life is in the hands of God. I have zero control over what my body wants to do.
3. People give you the strangest advice on how to get a baby out. "Oh, if you want that baby out, eat an entire cheese pizza by yourself." (Mmmm..I"ll pass)
"Oh...go walking. One foot on the curb, one on the road."-I'm considering it:)
"Caster Oil, do it."


I'm sure those tips actually have worked for people. Is it wrong to want the baby to come when it naturally wants to come? My Dr. will induce labor at 41 weeks, but not before. I'm okay with that, if my body needs an extra push, but I don't want to put myself in misery eating an entire pizza or drinking oil to get this baby out. Ha Ha. Not. in. my. cards.

People are really good at empathizing with me and making all sorts of "sorry you're uncomfortable" advice. I've noticed the closer I've been to my due date, the more sorry people are for me. "Tell that baby to come out." people say. In turn, this joyous occasion has turned into a pity party and I don't like that.

Instead of being frustrated, I want to be happy. This is exciting! The baby will come. I'm sure Baby Alderks is waiting until we get our Christmas tree up. Don't worry Baby Alderks...we're getting it up, and soon.

So here's to Baby Alderks. May he/she come when he/she feels like it:)