A Scheduled Birthday

A Scheduled Birthday September 20, 2012

With my past three kids, I’ve always avoided inductions. They’ve obligingly arrived early, the latest being Charlotte, who was born on her due date. But wee little Lincoln is going to have a scheduled birthday: Saturday, September 22, 2012. Unless I go into labor today or tomorrow, that is.

Yes, I am gritting my teeth and telling the Ogre to take the damn picture, already.

That’s me, 38 1/2 weeks pregnant. And that’s Lincoln, way too cozy in my uterus, refusing to come out and peeing too much. Those are the doctor’s words, not mine. My fluid levels went back up this week and she said, “I think he’s just peeing a lot. But let’s get him out, just to make sure.” Hmm. So I agreed.

It’s weirding me out to have a planned birthday. I’ve always played this little game with myself when I get close to my due date, picking out which date I think the baby will be born on. (I’m always wrong, of course.) But if feels unnatural and kind of wrong to actually know ahead of time. It’s like the biggest spoiler ever. Nevertheless, the doctor thinks the baby needs to come out, so come out he shall. I’m just really, really hoping the induction takes and we don’t have to resort to a C-section.

To cheer myself up, I googled September 22 after a friend told me that our little hobbit will be sharing a birthday with Bilbo and Frodo, which is cool but not nearly as cool as it would be if he were sharing a birthday with Legolas. He’ll also be sharing a birthday with Billie Piper, better known as

A Rose by any other name

My neighbor told me that the 22nd is also the feast day of St. Thomas of Villanueva, so that’s cool. It’s also the day Ben Johnson killed a man in a duel, Queen Victoria ascended to the throne, and it’s “Trumpet Day” for the Mormons, the day that Joseph Smith reported receiving the Golden Plates from the angel Moroni. Auspicious beginnings, indeed.

For me, though, it’s going to be the day that I try and deal with Pitocin contractions (otherwise known as torture, hell, and @#%#$ torture among experienced child-birthers) and seriously hope that Lincoln cooperates and arrives before Doctor Who comes on, and that the hospital gets BBC America. Yes, those are my primary concerns, after, of course, having a healthy baby and avoiding a C-section. I’d really appreciate any prayers you guys could toss up on our behalf. I probably won’t be blogging tomorrow since I need to clean the house, go to confession and get a pedicure, but I promise to blog with pictures as soon as the little man makes his appearance.

(Unless he’s a particularly ugly baby, in which case I’ll update with some story about how our cameras all stopped working at the same time.)

I feel like I should say something dramatic now, like “See you on the other side!” Or I could go with super-cool and laid back: “Catch you on the flip side, bro.” (What can I say? The last time I was cool it was the late 90’s.) Or maybe I could go international: “Ciao, ragazzi!” I can’t decide. Take your pick.


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