David Frank arrived a bit early. He decided November 14th was his day. Good thing. He weighed in at a lofty 8 pounds 13 ounces. Nice and long. 21 inches. My OB wasn’t sure where I hid all of that baby. I knew exactly where I hid him. He was safely tucked in my rib cage through most of this pregnancy!
Well, maybe not times. Dates are a changing though. My son, David Frank, was scheduled to join this world via C-Section on Monday the 19th of November. Due to a scheduling error, the date has been bumped up to Friday, November 16th. That’s 5 more days folks!
It’s official. No one can keep a secret anymore. Even the world’s most well known self-professed secret keeper is spilling her guts these days. Ah, Victoria. Don’t beat yourself up too much. Clearly you tried. For years you’ve been practically bursting at the seams with all of your private information. A girl can only hold it in so long. I really thought all of the well placed straps and ribbons would help. I guess everyone has their limits though. Again, don’t be too harsh on yourself.
Now that you are getting it all off of your chest, however, I do wish you would rethink where you choose to let it all hang out. Shouting it from the mountain tops might be a better idea than baring your soul, and whatever else, in the large display windows at the mall. I mean, it can be chore to get around the large cluster of teenage boys who have taken such a keen interest in all of your secrets. And they say women are the ones who like to gossip. Ha!
The last few weeks of pregnancy are meant to be miserable so you mentally lose any concern over what it might take to get the baby out. Two weeks from today I am scheduled to deliver my son via c-section. I am not a fan of hospitals or surgery. As of this very moment, I would hop up on that operating table with a smile and thank you cards in hand.
I keep hearing from friends and strangers how small I am for this stage of pregnancy. Small? The other day I had to change parking spaces because I couldn’t get the driver’s side door of my van open far enough for me to fit through. I ended up parking way out where there were no other cars near by. Yeah, I’m one tiny broad.
It is exciting to know I will be meeting David soon. I really am looking forward to holding him. He must be getting excited too. Lord knows he hasn’t been able to sleep for weeks! Poor guy tosses and turns all day and night. His nerves must be working him a bit too. The endless pacing is a dead give away. Nothing I do, no position I wiggle into seems to help. I’m sure once he’s born he will sleep non-stop for the first few months just to catch up on his rest. That’s a possibility, right? C’mon, say yes.
I have figured out why some young kids are becoming increasingly annoying…Sponge Bob Square Pants. Parents, for the sake of your fellow man, throw him back in the ocean and read your kids a good book. Take them outside and run them around, perhaps. I beg you, my sanity can’t survive a world influenced by Sponge Bob.
