So, somewhat unexpectedly, although not technically early, we had a baby in the early morning of Sunday the 20th of January. Pip’s due date was February 1st, but as I mentioned in an earlier post, due dates are A Tissue of Lies! Pip turning up at 38 weeks and 2 days is therefore perfectly normal.
I will write a much longer post on the subject soon. I was planning a post about how labour never really follows the traditional, clichéd, movie and TV scenario. Which goes roughly:
- Waters Break
- Contractions start
- Mad dash to hospital
- A great deal of screaming and squeezing of hands
- Baby appears
I was going to say how rare this actually is and all births are different and so on, as if four birthing classes have made me some kind of expert.
But for us is this more or less exactly what happened! Complete with screaming mother-to-be in the back seat of the car!
Will flesh out the story soon, maybe once I’ve got some – some! – of my sleep debt erased*.
(* this never happens.)
So, I as mentioned, we’ve hit 37 weeks.
My heavily pregnant partner has a habit of being quite enthusiastic about a lot of things, which means she often starts sentences excitedly with “Guess what!”. This is has been fine up to now, but in the last couple of days she’s done it a couple of times and I’ve immediately thought “Ah! She must be in labour!”. But no, it’s usually something else entirely – she bought a cool baby thing at the mall, or someone else has announced they’re pregnant. Or she had a really good nap, you know things of far less importance.
This nesting mode she’s in also means she liable to call me twice a day. Often breathlessly starting her calls with a burst of excitement.
So, I have made her swear that she’ll try and keep the excitement contained so that I, the daddy to be, doesn’t get all excited and starts loading bags into the car or running the bath or something!
This Friday, the 11th of January, my partner will hit 37 weeks. Which is, apparently, considered full term. Or full term-ish! That due date they give you? Means nothing. The baby will turn up when the baby is ready, and that can be anything from 37 weeks through to 42 weeks.
So we wait. We could have a baby this weekend. Or we could have a baby around Valentines day. The “due date” (or “tissue of lies” as it shall be referred to from here on) was given to us with such confidence – we conceived through IVF so the date of conception is known almost down to the second. But here we are in the range we’re in the end game, we’re reaching project completion. Actually I’d complain if this was a project I was working on, I mean, come on, better end date estimates people!
Anyway, all our ducks are in a row, we have a car seat and a cot and a pram and all the other baby paraphernalia one needs. Almost half a house full of stuff for a baby who will be, what, 3.5 kilos at birth? Even rock bands don’t have that much luggage…