We’d like to introduce the world to Brooklynn Kaylee, born June 29 at 6:10pm. She’s 8lbs, 9oz and 21 inches long, so it’s probably ok that she came when she did, more for Rhiannon’s sake than Brooklynn’s.
I must admit that it’s a little sad to say goodbye to the Beta that we’ve known for so long, but this new stage of Project Family seems to be pretty good, too. I’ll have more details about our stay a little later, but so far both Mom and baby are doing well.
The eviction will be progressing as planned. We are just waiting for the S.W.A.T Team to come in for backup. You know, just in case she comes out packing heat.
Which, I kind of hope she does bring some heat. The human incubator is making good use of someone else’s air conditioning.
To: Tenant (Beta)
Re: Termination of Tenancy for Non-Payment of Rent and General Discomfort You Have Caused Your Landlord
Address of Rental: Your mother’s belly
After all previous attempts at negotiating a mutual settlement, including frequent trips up and down stairs, food containing garlic, and long walks around the neighborhood, we find ourselves out of options. You are encroaching upon the space of numerous internal organs and you have visitors who have already changed schedules to accomadate your arrival into this world.
At this time, we have been in the hospital for about 15 hours. Water has broken. A restless night has transpired. Things are effacing and dialating as we speak. And we have you under constant surveilance through a variety of monitoring devices and private detectives. They come in to check on you every hour or so, and all signs point to an eviction sometime this afternoon or evening.
Consider yourself warned.
Thank you,
The Management
P.S. - Your mother would just like to say that epidurals are THE AWESOME. And popsicles are pretty good as well.
She’s still in there.
From my extensive research, which mostly involves googling “When with this darn baby come?”, anything after 37 weeks is considered full term (medically speaking), and anything after 38 weeks is just down right freeloading by the baby, plumping up and not really developing all that much further.
So, Beta is officially a full-fledged release candidate, and while we had a whole list of “OMG WE ARE NOT READY FOR A BABY” type things to do last weekend, we actually got them done. Yes, we still have things to do, but not crazy levels of madness to do type items.
At the 37 week checkup, Rhiannon’s doctor told her that she was looking like the baby might be getting ready to come out, and that combined with her coworker who had a baby at 38 weeks kind of put us in the mode to actually have this kid. Tomorrow is 39 weeks, and Rhiannon is starting to get tired and achy and uncomfortable.
Enough that she is passing some of the time looking at ways to naturally induce labor. One of the suggestions is to talk to your baby and tell her that everything is ready for her and so many people are really excited to see her, etc.
I leaned over to Rhiannon’s belly and said, “Beta, this is your father talking. You come out right this instant, and don’t make me repeat myself young lady.”
No response. I think we have a teenager trapped in a newborn’s body. Rhiannon told me I need to work on my stern voice.
Somewhere inside there, I think Beta is laughing at us.
We finally finished Bet’a room this past weekend, which involved me painting while Rhiannon still sat in the room some of the time. I’m not sure if that is any better than her having her face right up by the paint. We figured at this point, Beta is pretty well formed in there and we weren’t painting any entire walls, so it wasn’t too bad.
The circles took me longer than I antcipated with the several layers of paint and drying time required, and I’m pretty sure that a new baby won’t full appreciate the time and effort that has gone into this room, but I’ve spent a fair amount of time just sitting in there a looking at the completed project. (Beta, we think we’re ready; feel free to join us at any time.)
We painted the bookshelf with the same white and pink that went into the circles, and while it took us a little over a week to actually finish the project, during which time I had to open the garage door and walk outside the garage to the side door just to get the lawn mower out, it was better than putting the plain dark shelf in.
So, we’ll continue the waiting game I suppose. Every day we wait is a day longer that Rhiannon gets maternity leave on the other end, but it feels a little like waiting for Christmas morning without actually knowing what night Santa might come.
That is, of course, only if Santa leaves a present that requires almost constant care and cries sometimes for no apparent reason. And even though it seems like I should want to wait as long as possible, I feel like a pretty impatient person right now.
Rhiannon agrees that we could stand to be done with the pregnancy aspect, although I think her interests also have something to do with the ever increasing freeloader she’s carrying around with her all the time.
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