September 19, 2012 by bhjames78
So we have this baby due in 8 days. 8 days doesn’t seem like much, but nonetheless we’re both getting pretty impatient, especially since as of 6 days ago, the doctor told us it could happen at any moment. Which we took to mean it would happen right away, leading us to plan on having a baby this past weekend. Which didn’t happen. Leading to some interesting reactions. Such as Liz deciding, rather adamantly, on Sunday morning that she wanted to punch something. Or someone. It started with wanting to punch the lady on the local news. It ended with me hiding the cat in a closet.
For the first time ever, we washed every glass and dish and bowl and pot or pan in the house (so that when we came back from the hospital everything would be easy and nice). We cleaned every surface and washed every article of clothing . Then we’d sit and wait. And wait. And eat something. Or wear something. Then wash. Then wait.
Liz got her toenails done. She’s been shaving her legs twice a day.
Liz has also taken to curb walking, which a friend recommended and which I thought the friend had made up to mess with her, but I googled it and here’s a person from the internet doing it elegantly:
It’s supposed to induce labor. It looks kind of silly, to be honest.
Sunday we decided that we were changing Thomas(the baby)’s name to Donald as a penalty for taking too long. Donald Englebert. The next day: Englebert Gaylord. Then Gaylord Cuthbert. At the end of the week, his name will be Hitler. Hitler Judas.