May 18, 2009
Long Weekend
Long weekend= Sweet Fantasies Ice Cream, long rainy Saturday with plenty of time for napping, dinner out (with cake and two forks), The Movies (which was Star Trek, because I definitely owed Stuart for a variety of dullish [to him] cultural events he’s accompanied me to), grilled asparagus for lunch, long long walk to Trinity Bellwoods Park and home again (with plenty of bench resting along the way), brunch out, trip to the ROM and the Schadd Biodiversity Gallery, Dufflet treats in the ROM cafe, Greg’s Ice Cream, an afternoon together in the company of our books, three books for me in three days (and another one tomorrow?), squirms from the little one who will be born in just eight days, and yes, this is far too many sweets, I know, but as one is only ever 39 weeks pregnant a few times in a life, we shall shove your dietitian where the sun don’t shine. (Which isn’t here, thankfully. Happy May.)
At this point the baby is done cooking so you can pretty much eat what you want – at least that is what I understand. When I read Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth I was surprised at how often they would recommend giving the labouring mother a glass of wine in some of those birthing stories but I bet it helps more than hurts.
Only 8 days to go! I remember how weird it felt to know my baby’s birth date and to know that I (probably) wasn’t going to go into labour. The one thing I kept telling myself was that having a scheduled c-section – no matter how much you might not have wanted to go that route – has to be 1000x better then having an emergency c-section after going through 30+ hours of labour. 🙂
Oh, your assurance is golden. I am looking forward to going into surgery freshly showered with clean hair. And as well-rested as one could be, under the circumstances.