So Niblet is nervous and excited and all of the rest about Nutmeg.
She also turns nine exactly nine days before Nutmeg's due date.
Can you feel my stress?
We are trying to put a party together for her on Saturday the 6th or Sunday the 7th. Theoretically, this puts me in the 38 week arena. Niblet didn't arrive until 41+2. My OB won't let me go past 40.
Niblet *understands* in the way that a nine year-old can understand, that Nutmeg can arrive anytime. But honestly, who gives a shit - she wants her party. Can you blame her?
So I am putting a deposit down on either two hours at a local bowling alley, or a craft store. The bowling alley is the easier of the two, everything is provided for, but it's more money up front. And then I am praying that I am not in the hospital on the weekend of January 6th. I love her to death, but I don't want my mom anywhere near me in the hospital. It's Viking or no one.
I am trying to stay rational. I have no reason I believe that I am going into labor early. Labor is like a 20 hour ordeal anyways. What's two hours in the grand scheme of things? Worst case scenario I lose a deposit. We can cancel and promise Nibble to reschedule the party after Nutmeg arrives.
And in more comical news people are asking me if I am having a baby shower. Are you fucking kidding me?
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