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Zoe Ruth Fairwell
6 lbs 2 oz
So my due date is today and I haven't gone into labor yet (and yes I know only 20% of babies are born on their due date), but we're supposed to get 10 to 14 inches of snow tomorrow. My doctor won't induce me yet because she's on the small side.
Apparently I'm overreacting! But I've lived in New York long enough to know that people here can't drive in the snow. And I REALLY don't want to give birth in traffic. Or at home. Or anywhere else that doesn't have pain meds and lots of doctors around if something goes wrong (that's why I've been on maternity leave for a week). I guess in this country you can choose to have a baby, you just can't choose when to have it. So much for reproductive freedom.
Zoe has also recently figured out how to kick me in the ribs and poke my bladder at the same time. It's wonderful. I can't sleep and I'm too uncomfortable to do much of anything.
After much debate and discussion the baby finally has a name. Zoe Ruth. Zoe was one of the few names we could agree on (after going all the way through a baby name book) and it's meaning, "life", seems to already fit her pretty well. And Ruth is after my mom.
It's so nice to be able to refer to her by an actual name and not "baby" and "she". I just really want her to get here now. Less than a month now.
I really hate the snow. It's wet and cold. Sometimes it looks pretty, but that's the only good thing I can see. Of course, the dog loves it and the baby probably will too. Just glad I'm on desk duty and didn't get called out to a scene.
Only 49 more days! The nursery is pretty much done, it's just missing a crib. And I think we have most of the other stuff she's going to need. She still doesn't have a name. We both have our favorites, we just can't come to any agreement.
This weekend has been so bad I'm actually looking forward to going back to work on Monday.
I really thought you were supposed to relax while you were pregnant, not plan a wedding and move. I could use another vacation.
Everything is pretty much together at the new place, except for the nursery. I still need to figure out what I want to do in there and what to do with the boxes of frilly pink clothes my wonderful mother-in-law sent us. The baby isn't making things easy with all her kicking. She's probably just unhappy because she doesn't have a name yet.
We got to see the baby today and it's a girl (I feel really weird saying it). I think we both wanted a boy and we already had a boy's name picked out, but we'll be okay with a healthy baby girl.
I just feel bad and I don't want her to find out (she's not even born yet and I'm turning into my mother). I didn't really appreciate it when my dad called me the accident (there's over ten years between me and my brothers).
I really wouldn't recommend planning a wedding without the aid of caffeine and alcohol. I feel like I could sleep for a week, but everything is coming together nicely.