Baby Names and What Would Bring on Labor
Okay, here they are. The name choices from the Big Brothers themselves: From Manny-- BRENDA and from Benicio-- PUNKY BOONE. There you have it. Actually, at dinner tonight they had the serious request that we name her Violet, which actually gave us pause. Violet Honey Bee was what they composed together. I actually think that's kind of nice.
Things That Could Be Attributed to Helping Bring On Labor if I Go In the Next 48 Hours: that I snapped into Everest Rescue Emergency Mode today when I was trying to leave with three kids and the wind slammed the front door closed, so that the keys were locked inside. I had the kids huddled under the front porch and was considering nursing all three of them if I couldn't get a hold of anyone. Tara and her toasty wagon showed up 5 minutes later and Geoff followed shortly after with his keys. The phenomenal super tres grande La Colombe Cafe au Lait I got today at La Petit Mitron. As I drove home, the baby was demonstrating her flip-turn prowess. Also, doing the stairs sideways in my house with bounteous laundry loads. Also, the prolactin I have released by keeping my kids home with me and giving them these spa treatments--extended shower baths followed by a hydration massage and then reading poems from a book about the Harlem Boys Choir.
Strange how this waiting brings out my superstitions. Putting our kids to bed, I wonder if the next time I see them, I'll have a new sister for them? Saying goodbye to Manny's music teacher and her saying, "Happy Birthing!" and me walking away wondering if she has any kind of psychic power. I will miss this anticipation, oddly. This whole pregnancy has had that feeling, that Christmas Ev-ie kind of anticipation, evening after brisk evening by the fire, wondering if this contraction is the one that will set things in motion.
Things That Could Be Attributed to Helping Bring On Labor if I Go In the Next 48 Hours: that I snapped into Everest Rescue Emergency Mode today when I was trying to leave with three kids and the wind slammed the front door closed, so that the keys were locked inside. I had the kids huddled under the front porch and was considering nursing all three of them if I couldn't get a hold of anyone. Tara and her toasty wagon showed up 5 minutes later and Geoff followed shortly after with his keys. The phenomenal super tres grande La Colombe Cafe au Lait I got today at La Petit Mitron. As I drove home, the baby was demonstrating her flip-turn prowess. Also, doing the stairs sideways in my house with bounteous laundry loads. Also, the prolactin I have released by keeping my kids home with me and giving them these spa treatments--extended shower baths followed by a hydration massage and then reading poems from a book about the Harlem Boys Choir.
Strange how this waiting brings out my superstitions. Putting our kids to bed, I wonder if the next time I see them, I'll have a new sister for them? Saying goodbye to Manny's music teacher and her saying, "Happy Birthing!" and me walking away wondering if she has any kind of psychic power. I will miss this anticipation, oddly. This whole pregnancy has had that feeling, that Christmas Ev-ie kind of anticipation, evening after brisk evening by the fire, wondering if this contraction is the one that will set things in motion.


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