Mind games with Mom

31st August, 2005 at 1:01 pm | Debut 1 Comment

I decided to test the waters early this morning. Around midnight I tried to escape, and made Mom contract every 10 minutes for three hours. She finally got tired of counting the contractions and went to bed, and so far there’s been no peep from me.

The dialogue held between my parents this morning made me giggle:

Dad: What time did you to go bed?
Mom: At 03:15. I was contracting quite a bit and called the hospital for instructions.
Dad: Why didn’t you wake me?!
Mom: What for? So both of us can be groggy together?
Dad: Good point.

Mothers everywhere are coming out of the woodwork and telling my Mom things she can do or foods she can eat to help lure me out. Currently Mom has a Mexican food fetish and I know I’m not getting any good Mexican food for a long time after I’m born, so I’m staying put.

Mom has been told the following:
Eat a hot curry – (mother-in-law)
Swim, drink codliver oil [as if!], have sex [ew ew ew, Mooooooom?] – (Teutonic sis-in-law)
Eat fresh pineapple and raspberry leaf tea [Midwife Chandra]
Power walk – [Dad]*

*Considering Mom is peeing every 30 minutes, power walk where exactly?

If I don’t get my act together and decide to leave, a doctor at the hospital is going to talk to Mom about personally evicting me at an appointment she has scheduled for Monday. Maybe I won’t get to call the shots indefinitely.

Stay tuned.

Please excuse the mess

28th August, 2005 at 3:34 pm | Debut Comments

Today is my official due date, but I’m not budging. Some bits of the site may look strange because I’m getting my very own template. (Whoopee.)

Wakey wakey

3rd August, 2005 at 11:54 am | Debut Comments

Since I’m getting too big to move around now, I’m resorting to typing to the outside world.

Mom’s ribs are simply getting in the way. My cramped living conditions are getting on everyone’s nerves, and I’m starting to show my annoyance in subtle ways. Mom squirms when I change position and Dad simply freaks out whenever he sees me move. Mom and I have long been ready for my debut, but Dad just starts to rattle off things he still must do before I arrive – get cot asssembled, pluck grey hairs, move out of the country.

My cot is arriving Friday, and from what I have heard my cot mobile contains dangling farm animals. FARM ANIMALS. Mom is resisting draping me in pink since she assumes I’ll want everything in pink in a few years. I may surprise her and request the nursery to be painted black just to make everybody wonder.

I’m done for now. It is now time to deliver another sound kicking.

Charlotte