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more American by the minute

Not only is my English husband about to be the father of a real live Michigan-born American, but Jim got his Michigan State Driver’s License last night. And he drives like a real Detroiter! Just now I sent him off to work – packed his lunch, kissed him goodbye – off on his own, and it felt a little weird to let him go. He’d better pay attention at those green light left turns – green doesn’t always mean go!

It’s perfect timing I think. I’m way too pregnant to even exist anymore. My baby is grotesquely huge. I swear he’s going to be a ten-pounder (though I guess every woman who’s nine months pregnant probably feels that way). From this point on I’m going to sit at home in my pajamas until he comes. Three more days, but I don’t think he’s in any hurry. He’s too comfortable in there. I’ll be optimistic and assume he wants to surprise me – no signs or symptoms, and then boom, labor!

And I refuse to drink castor oil! All these things people think to do when they’re one or two weeks past their due date, thinking it’ll make the baby come. If it works, they’ll swear it made them go into labor. Could it just be that maybe they were past due and their baby was finally ready?

2 thoughts on “more American by the minute”

  • You know, mothers usually know exactly how big their babies are. Afterall, they’re the ones that have to heft them around all the time. The night before I had Jonas, sitting in my parents kitchen enjoying that last meal (btw, I don’t recommend big greasy hamburgers right before labor-it all has to come out!) we sat and took a pool of his weights, etc. I won with my guess being an ounce heavy. 🙂 So, if you say you’re having a 10 pounder, I believe you.

    Enjoy these last few days as best you can in between potty breaks. 🙂

    And congrats to Jim on his newly acquired driver’s license. I can only imagine what it feels like to set him lose. Must be like sending your 16 year old child out for the first time.

    Can’t wait to meet little Dylan’s smiling face. I do hope I’m on the list of people to share the joy with.

  • Heaven help us, the last thing we need is another Michigan driver*, especially a DETROIT, MICHIGAN driver.

    * I used to be one, so I know what I’m talking about!


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