Week 40

Today's the day but only by the calendar apparently. The trip to the Land of the Vaginas ® last Thursday yielded no joy for S. The doc did the exam and proclaimed that there had been no changes since the week before, which essentially meant that S was no closer to delivering than she had been the week prior.

There have been no significant changes in the week since. Today is the due date, and there's nothing on the horizon. S is done. She wants to deliver the baby and get on with life. She's tired, and sore, and hot, and just done.

In other news, S decided that she does not want R in the birthing room. S doesn't mind if R is in the hospital, but S expressed to me many times her desire that R not be in the birthing room, because she's afraid it will cause too much stress...and she's probably right.

S did not want to tell R herself. She wanted me to do it. I told her I would handle it. The other evening, I called R (with S sitting next to me) and told her as gently as I could, that S doesn't want her in the birthing room. I told her that S was afraid that it would cause her stress, and that she didn't mind if R was at the hospital, and that she loves her, but this was her decision. In standard form, the response I got was "Whatever. You've done this whole thing by yourself. S doesn't need me." and click, she hung up.

I told S what she said and S said that she had hoped that R would be more mature about the whole thing. I agreed, and said that it could have been worse. I know S wishes that she had a more normal relationship with R and that she had been and would be more of a mother, but I'm afraid there's just been too much water under that bridge.



The bags are packed, the truck is filled with gas, the hospital phone number is in speed dial. I suppose we're as ready as we're going to be.