Way way back in May/June, when Roo was very much a secret from everyone but us and our doctor, I needed to come up with a code word that I could use. I created a folder on my hard disk called The January Project, where I stored snippets of information, scans of ultrasounds, and other stuff. Back then, our due date estimate was January 20, well within the month; the date was changed to the 26th at a subsequent ultrasound (I’m not really sure why or how; they got a more accurate picture of development, I guess).
After the news was made public, I was surprised how many people would say, “January X is my [brother’s/sister’s/friend’s/whomever’s] birthday!” Honestly, maybe 20 people said something like that to me.
Well, it’s now 11:40 pm on January 31, and unless Roo decides to make a very quick, very grand, and very surprising appearance in the next 20 minutes, we’re now working on the February Project.
But which day? Maybe it’s time to start up a pool. (Maybe that time was ages ago, and there are pools in the running that we don’t know about.) The doctor appointment went fine again today: fluid levels looking good, baby heart rate and movement looking good, everything all hunky-dory and no real imminence. We see the doc again next Monday; if Roo hasn’t arrived by then, we start talking less-theoretically about possible induction. Next Friday marks the 42nd week, and the docs don’t like to go beyond that.
Oh, and we both have the sniffles. What a great time to catch colds. Off to bed!
Wow – you’re going to bed before 3am!