Maxwell William Hunt
born March 5, 2012, 9:10 PM
20.75 inches, 7 lbs. 9 oz.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Tick tock
Dear baby-to-be,
When your brother was born we took the due date as a firm schedule, and got caught out at a brewpub when Sam decided it was Go Time a week before he was due. Having been fooled once, we have treated your due date as very flexible. We have had a hospital bag packed for weeks, relatives on standby day and night, the nursery prepared, and the infant car seat installed. And we have waited. Your Mommy had a checkup where they told her you were sitting low and could go at any moment. Your due date was Monday Feb. 28th, so the weekend before we made no plans, didn't go anywhere, and waited. Saturday passed, and Sunday. It was a very boring weekend.
And we have been waiting since. We thought maybe you were looking forward to being born on a Leap Year, so waited some more. Tuesday, Wednesday. I kept going to work for most of the time, when Jess wasn't too tired to watch your brother. Everyone has been very understanding, but it's getting a little weird. Thursday, Friday. We decided to challenge you by going out to an adult dinner and going out with friends on Saturday night, figuring you wouldn't be upstaged. Still nothing. It's now Sunday night, almost one week past your due date, and you seem in no mood to leave your snug little home.
At her Friday checkup your Mommy was told that an induction would be looming on Thursday if you don't make a move. She really, really does not want that. So we are reduced to old wives' tales of eating spicy foods and driving down bumpy roads. Is this really what we have to resort to? I know you must be having a ball in there, but it's time to move on and move out. Each night I go to sleep with a phone close at hand, car keys in my coat, and the feeling that This Is The Night. Each morning I wake up and think Huh, That Wasn't The Night. But c'mon, it's time. Let's get this show on the road. How about tonight?
When your brother was born we took the due date as a firm schedule, and got caught out at a brewpub when Sam decided it was Go Time a week before he was due. Having been fooled once, we have treated your due date as very flexible. We have had a hospital bag packed for weeks, relatives on standby day and night, the nursery prepared, and the infant car seat installed. And we have waited. Your Mommy had a checkup where they told her you were sitting low and could go at any moment. Your due date was Monday Feb. 28th, so the weekend before we made no plans, didn't go anywhere, and waited. Saturday passed, and Sunday. It was a very boring weekend.
And we have been waiting since. We thought maybe you were looking forward to being born on a Leap Year, so waited some more. Tuesday, Wednesday. I kept going to work for most of the time, when Jess wasn't too tired to watch your brother. Everyone has been very understanding, but it's getting a little weird. Thursday, Friday. We decided to challenge you by going out to an adult dinner and going out with friends on Saturday night, figuring you wouldn't be upstaged. Still nothing. It's now Sunday night, almost one week past your due date, and you seem in no mood to leave your snug little home.
At her Friday checkup your Mommy was told that an induction would be looming on Thursday if you don't make a move. She really, really does not want that. So we are reduced to old wives' tales of eating spicy foods and driving down bumpy roads. Is this really what we have to resort to? I know you must be having a ball in there, but it's time to move on and move out. Each night I go to sleep with a phone close at hand, car keys in my coat, and the feeling that This Is The Night. Each morning I wake up and think Huh, That Wasn't The Night. But c'mon, it's time. Let's get this show on the road. How about tonight?
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