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We're having a baby soon!

We're having a baby very soon! Well apparently very soon anyway, according to an educated guess. However, I'm trying hard not to get my hopes up, because who actually knows when everything will happen?


Last night I woke up at 4:45am and couldn't get back to sleep because I realized that I don't know where all the muslins are. This became a very pressing issue despite the early hour and I was half ready to go down and search through the storage boxes in the garage at that very moment. Thankfully, the effort of simply standing up at this stage in pregnancy is a bit much (it's kind of like a doing a ten-point turn while driving), so the location of the missing muslins still remains a mystery. And the stretchy wrap. I need to find that too. But I’m trying not to think about that one.

Anyway, I definitely have to find and wash the muslins before going to sleep tonight (and by that I mean, alternating laying in bed wide awake and puking until around midnight), otherwise the sheer weight of Where Are They (?) will probably destroy me.

Anyway, what a ramble this has turned into already! I'm sure that nobody cares about the muslins quite as much as I do, and I don't really understand why I suddenly do so much. Maybe it's the thought of having to swaddle the new babe in a my husband's Jacinda Ardern tea towel (his most beloved Christmas gift thus far) or perhaps it's just nesting, (but once again, I'm not going to get my hopes up). Let's just go with, maybe it's Maybelline. What even is the point of this piece now - I've completely lost track?

So, back to it! Yesterday we had an appointment with our midwife and what a time this turned out to be - we got some very interesting news! Who knew that peeing on a rainbow stick could tell you so many things. My due date is still a little bit away, but apparently I'm full term now and due to a number of little signs that I never knew existed, our midwife made a prediction that the baby will be making her way to us quite a bit sooner than expected. Well, if you ask my husband he'll say that he predicted this all along, but because we’re married it’ll be a little annoying if he’s right.

She asked us to make our guesses too and my husband's was just a few days apart from hers. When I said mine, being like a week and a half "overdue", she laughed and said, "Kaitlyn, you do not have the gestational period of an elephant. You're baby will arrive much sooner than that." I don't really think I'll be overdue, but this whole pregnancy I've been mentally preparing for a long, hot couple of weeks post-Christmas with my toddler while I waddle around the house with my husband at work. Keeping that image in my head means that if the baby does decide to make an appearance sooner, then I'll only be pleasantly surprised you see?

We also found out something else at our appointment, and it's completely unrelated to all things with this upcoming babe. I just wanted to have a space to put it, you know? Our midwife said that she has only had two heart-stopping moments in her whole time as a midwife. And one of them was ours; when our first baby's umbilical cord prolapsed. This is an incredibly rare thing to happen and many midwives will go their whole careers without ever being in that situation. She handled the whole situation impeccably and with such calmness, that we didn't even know that she had saved our baby's life until much later on. Apparently she poured herself a glass of whiskey after coming home from our birth. Well deserved I reckon. 

What other snippets should I include in this very all over the place ramble? Our baby has a big head and long limbs, surprise surprise. She rarely gets hiccups. I'm very excited to wear regular clothes again. We have a birth plan. Our toddler likes to try on the newborn clothes and stick the Christmas fairy lights in her belly button. It's been lovely and sunny lately. And soon, our lives will change again. It's weird to think this crazy year has brought us everything from a pandemic, to Tiger King, to a new baby. What a combination.

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