This is the date on the calendar for my c-section. The day little man is supposed to arrive. The appointment made knowing that anything can change for us any minute.
We're still walking a very fine line between what is best for me and the baby with my liver and contractions and a never properly working placenta. So despite the fact that we have an end date in sight the doctors or the baby could decide at any given time that it's time for us to go to the hospital. Can I say that I'm done with itching as well, who knew your liver could make you itch, it's a horribly cruel joke by the body, while I want munchkin to stay where he is as long as it is best, I could stand for the itching could stop any second now.
His clothes are washed, our bags are packed, the car seat is in the car. Oh yes, and did I mention that Alan is set to be fishing the Hatteras Village Offshore Open from Tuesday to Saturday. Meaning he leaves Tuesday morning and will be home late Saturday. Can you think of a better recipe to bring on labor just several days after a full moon?
We'll see what happens!
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