Regulation time has ended. We're in stoppage time. (Leave it to a guy to use a sports metaphor for the birth of a baby.)
"Our" official due date was April 27 (May 2). That's not a Julian-Gregorian thing. It means the baby is due on April 27 but the attending physician added a couple days based on the size of the baby, so May 2 is the de facto due date and April 27 is the de jure.
Everyone is healthy but there is a feeling that the nine months are up and there could be a resolution now.
Tomorrow, since it's Walpurgis Night and a lot of doors will be open between this and the other side, we'll go through rituals (perfectly syncretical ones, mind you; we'll say a prayer too) to try to intimate to the baby that it is time to start the descent.
When we first learned the news, I predicted May 1. It could still happen.
"Walpurga" is not on the short list of names. Nor is "Hedwig". I do all of a sudden like a name based on "Bealtaine". But Lorna is leading.
I still joke, though it has become tiresome already, that it is twins, because she is really active, much more than Morgan was.
Anyway, I am conflicted about writing too much more for now, so I will draw a curtain on the scene. Back to political potshots and venting ire as I am able.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
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Our little one was running late so I read that hot/spicy food has been used to get things rolling.
I went out that evening and got a jar of spicy salsa and some tortillas. We finished the whole jar of salsa before going to bed.
The next morning my wife woke up with contractions and baby arrived that night.
Just coincidence? Who knows, but I choose to believe it worked.
¡Ándale! We may just try it.
One midwife noted that 100 grams of cognac was used in the old days. I don't think that was a recommendation, though.
Well, it's very exciting whenever she decides to appear! I doubt twins could have been missed on the ultrasound...however, about the spicy food, pepperoni pizza worked for me ; ) Sometimes a bit of truth behind the old wives' tales.
Alex is correct. Epp had Marta the day after we ate at an Indian restaurant in Old Town. The baby thinks "what is she eating? I gotta get out of here!"
With Anna, they (at the hospital) gave Epp some kind of oil to drink to keep the process going. But I spilled the oil on myself and we went to the movies instead. Anna was born that night, anyway.
Now that was funny...
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