I went with Jan to the hospital today for a routine pre-birth checkup. Just one more week until the estimated due date!
We’ve just transferred over to a different hospital – one that, after you mention “natural child birth”, doesn’t look at you like you have three heads and then laugh in your face. So that’s good. The doctor that’s been assigned to us is such a kind and peaceful man – a refreshing change from the totality of my Spanish medical experiences. His name is Dr. Cararach… wait, isn’t that the clouding of the lens of the eye in Japanese? Never mind. After the formal chit-chat in the doctor’s office, they asked Jan to drop her drawers and hop up onto the examining table for a little poke around. Just as it was starting to get interesting (think Jacques Cousteau), the doctor’s female assistant turns to me and says:
Her: Maybe you should step into the other room.
Me: Is that for Jan’s good or for mine?
Her: It’s for everyone’s good.
I had no idea what she meant and I wasn’t in any position to argue so I unfortunately missed the “ins and outs” of the procedure. When Punxsutawney Phil resurfaced, we were told that Little Girl is looking good and healthy and in the preferred position, but we also were given their prognostication of two more weeks of summer, much to the chagrin of my large and overheated wife. They can’t guarantee a delivery date, but since she’s looking a bit more comfortable in there than they had first imagined, we’ve now got our money on September, 6.
If Little Girl’s imminent arrival keeps getting pushed back, we may not be able to venture to the south of France for that wedding we were planing on attending in three weeks. David and Emma are really good friends and we’ve been looking forward to this wedding for a long time so I’m gonna start adding some more spice to my dishes here at home in hopes of smoking the little stinker out.
The wait must be agonising for both of you! Hang on in there! XX
Surely the Little Girl wants to come and meet us all in the South of France?? Have a little whisper in her ear and see what you can do! x
Will your wedding trip be during the time that family is in Spain to visit you, Jan and baby?
Listen up Baby Girl Zamrycki, (oh that sounds so familiar, Rebecca Anne), come out when you are good and ready- if it is meant for you to go to France this time, so be it, if not, I am sure Dave and Emma will be thrilled to see you when the time is right. Nana Adrian and Aunt Amanda are on the way to see you and spoil Mommy.
Can’t wait to see you all.
From experience: try to pick out a name before she comes home from the hospital, Rebecca was Baby Girl Zamrycki for two days.
Love you all, Phil sends his love too, he is opting to stay out of the way this time, (somebody has to work) but he will be back to Spain again soon.
Listen, let me tell you something about the predictions of these doctors – as you have probably read on my blog, they told us that Angela was nowhere near close to giving birth (in fact, they didnt even think the baby had dropped at her last OB visit), and the day she went into labor, they said she hadn’t dilated much and it would probably be days before the baby came (which ended up coming a few hours later). Ella was born 1 day late rather than a week or more late as they predicted…so, don’t you listen to these so called “predictions” as they are based on bull-merde. That said, I think feeding Jan some spicy vindaloo wouldn’t be remiss…:) Best of luck guys!
Ok, I know this is not the relevant issue of the entry – but why were you asked to step out of the room? (It’s a hanging thread here…) I’ve heard spicy Thai is the way to go, as it did the trick for a get-this-kid-out-of-me-now friend recently. 🙂
@Rebecca – The wedding trip is supposed to be from Sept 7thish – Sept 11thish and Amanda doesn’t arrive until the 14th, so no, no conflict!
@Brian – I hope you’re right! And Ella is beautiful. Especially when she’s bored 🙂
@Meg – I honestly have no idea why they asked me to leave the room. And we just happen to have some spicy Thai curry in the fridge. Couldn’t hurt, right?