07 September 2009

Labor Day

Four years ago today I was going to have a baby. I mean, I was going to have him. There was no way that I was going to go one more day. It wasn't possible. There were not enough words to describe how ready I was to have him; and just as few words to describe how ready I was to not be pregnant anymore. Don't get me wrong, I loved my pregnancy. I had one of the best and drama-less pregnancies a girl could ask for. Well except for the whole SVT at 32 weeks and having to have my heart restarted thing, but that was no biggie. Ha!

So, there I was, September 7, 2005-my due date-and I was going to have him.

And then I woke up and it was the next day. And there was still this giant mass attached to me known as my stomach. And I was 40 weeks and 1 day.

Now I have a little bone to pick about that. Why are we always told that the length of gestation is 9 months? 9 months is only 36 weeks. That's a whole 4 weeks less than 40 weeks. (Here is where Stuart would tell me that technically a month has 4.2 or 4.3 weeks in it not just 4; so technically women are only pregnant for 9 months. And then I would lovingly give him a look and maybe hit his arm and tell him he just doesn't understand what it's like to be with child for almost a year AND that beauty happened to be HIS son. Ahem.) So this whole 40 weeks/9 months thing is bogus NOT TO MENTION that you actually go PAST your due date and so you can be pregnant for MORE THAN 40 WEEKS (aka 10 months).

I wake up on September 8, 2005 and come to realize that the world is just not fair. And my doctor is not fair for not inducing me so that I could have that child that I had been carrying around for 10 months. And that child was not fair for not making more of a ruckus to get out. And my goodness if I got the wrong drink at Starbucks that day and it took all my energy not to unload on the barista.

Back to labor day though-mine didn't actually come for 10 more days. That's right. My darling (almost 4 year old) was 10 whole days late.

So here's to you and yours on this Labor Day...don't do anything that will require a trip to the ER!


Aubrey said...

I feel your pain. That last 10 days stinks. Everyday you wake up thinking today is the day. And everyday people say, "You're still here and pregnant," like really, I didn't notice.

P.S. I think the 9 month thing is because it's at the end. Like you are a year old when that year is completed, so you're 9 months pregnant when the ninth month is over. But I feel ya. Going into the 10th month...ugh...

Brooke said...

Kate was 11 days late, so I feel your pain! I've always thought they should give women a two or three week window when the baby will come, instead of setting a random date.