WARNING: If you have not had a baby or are a male relative of mine, you may want to skip this first paragraph
I have a distinct feeling that this baby is going to be early. In fact, I've had several days of contractions, and yesterday had a scary couple of hours when I thought my water was beginning to leak. It turned out NOT to be amniotic fluid, although apparently it is possible to have a slow, steady trickle instead of the gushing geyser like I experienced with E. I had been losing my mucus plug most of the week, so I knew it wasn't that -- that's all gooey and gelatinous looking. It also wasn't pee, so my midwife's educated guess is that it's just copious amounts of discharge. Fun!
Because of the contractions (which feel weird, because I didn't feel these really early contractions with my other pregnancies... you know, the ones leave you walking around 4cm dilated for the last few weeks of your pregnancy), and the fact that my midwife doesn't feel comfortable letting me birth at home until Monday, when I'm officially 36 weeks, she's asked me to stay rested and completely hydrated as much as possible. That doesn't mean once I get up and move around more that I'll immediately be in labor by any means. But once it's Monday and I get the "all clear" for a homebirth I can resume my usual life of shuttling kids around, shopping, working, etc, without fear of definitely being transferred to the hospital.
The husband freaked out and went into crazy nesting mode -- clearing out the basement, figuring out the AquaDoula (birth tub) instructions, buying last-minute supplies like mattress pads, snacks, tea, TRISCUITS (his snack of choice while I give birth) etc. He even put together the Graco Sweetpeace I was given by the Graco marketing folks a couple months back. All this after getting home between 9 and 11 every night. Have I mentioned a case the husband's working on is going to trial in one week?
So thank God for two set of neighbors. One brought me dinner yesterday and the other (the baker with the four girls) is having the kids over for a two-hour playdate. Then she's sending BACK her 15-year-old to help me with bedtime. Isn't that sweet? And thanks to the husband setting the Crockpot this morning, all I have to do is shovel some chicken stew into bowls for them (and me) in an hour or so, when they return from their playdate.
Anyhow, as much as I think it would be cool to have a Leap Day Baby, we're just not ready yet. We need this weekend, and preferably one or two more weeks!