Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Squeaky Bum Time

It's squeaky bum time* over here in the Mission suburbs. We're going to the hospital tomorrow to get induced. The doc says that Baleen is as plugged up now at 41 weeks as she was at 20 weeks, and that he doesn't think anything would happen between now and the time she'd have to get induced anyway at 42 weeks so might as well get a jump on things.

We'll call the hospital at 5am and ask if they have any rooms. If they do, we're starting the day with my first cup of hospital coffee; if they're full, then we wait until 1pm when they've kicked out a few 2-day moms. We've got four movies on the iPad, a few books and leftover pizza to bring to the hospital as it could be another day of waiting.

If the little prompts don't help much, then they'll let Baleen get one more night of rest and give her some bigger prompts on Friday. That means a Thursday or Friday baby and an open house for any visitors on Saturday or Sunday. Either way, we're not coming home until we're a family of three.



* Coined by Sir Alex Ferguson at the tail end of the 2002-2003 Premier League season when Manchester United and Arsenal were battling it out for the title, it refers to the anxious, final moments of a match when spectators start fidgeting in their seats, producing noises on those plastic seats that sound like squeaky bums. 

1 comment:

Ani said...

Good luck!! Can't wait to see pictures. xx