Okay, here's how strange things are getting.
Dawn's second due date was today - they calculated December 5 at some point, and December 11 at another point - and she could not be more sick of hauling a whole lot of baby boy (close to 10 lbs) around as some form of personal bumper. She is exhausted, can't get comfortable, bumps into things, veers between manic and depressive with an emphasis on depressive, and JUST WANTS IT TO BE OVER, and to hold her sweet little baby boy. Me too.
Though I have none of the physical burden and am not trying to make a comparison between our relative states, I am getting very itchy myself, finding it hard to concentrate, can't get anything finished (I have three articles due by Monday), have a nervous stomach and a LOT of gas (good for you we can "talk" at an electronic distance), and find myself staring into space and/or overreacting to any/all stimuli.
But that's not the really weird part: last night I drifted off pretty early and easily (much to my surprise and relief) and fell into a deep sleep only to have it interrupted by a series of Dickensian freaky dreams, that I was still wandering around in even when I got up to pee or change out of my sweat-soaked PJs.
In the main, really oppressive dream, Dawn and I were wandering around in a huge, hazy onion field when she started killing off farm workers - BAD farm workers (I'm not sure how I knew that or why exactly they were bad) - with little or no effort. She would sort of point at them funny and they would keel over.
What the hell was she doing? I didn't know because I couldn't talk to her, I couldn't communicate with her even though I was right next to her - maybe I was a ghost - but I knew I had to protect her. I had to bury the bodies that were accumulating around the field before the authorities found out and hauled her away, or someone noticed and sought revenge.
Article comments
1 - Dawn
That was really sweet and romantic in an X-files kind of way - and you know they were "bad" because I would only hurt mean, bad people.
I think, or I should say I feel "fairly" confident the end is near. I walked and walked and pushed myself today, I dealt with an unruly and high-strung 4 year-old who I DID NOT lose my temper with despite the old lady at the Wal-Mart implying she should be beaten and told her that Christmas was definitely NOT coming for her this year.
All of that, and I ate some spicy Mexican food and I am going to top it off with some castor oil.
If that doesn't work, then I give up and the medical community will be having their way with me.
Thanks for all the well wishers and good thoughts. We appreciate it.
2 - Hal Pawluk
It'll all be fine - my daughter was two weeks late and labor was finally induced. A few decades later she's still great, and we're still fine.
But I _never_ had those weird dreams :-)
3 - Jonathan
Freud would love you :)
4 - Al Barger
Burying all those bodies certainly would be really exhausting work- plus they would still be there for the cops to find later, and all that protein goes to waste.
Alternative suggestion: if this situation arises again, call me. I'll bring some puppies to EAT the bad people. Fugitive can pack away surprisingly much for a mere terrier. The 3 month old Rouser is quite a chow hound- this 20ish pound brennel could probably take care of one big man/can of Alpo in a day's time. Plus, I could recruit a whole neighborhood puppy posse for this purpose with a quickness.
Helping in times of need- that's what friends are for. :)
5 - Tom Johnson
Eric, Dawn: I predict your new young man will enter the world at approximately 2 p.m. Saturday afternoon (your time.) Good luck! (I can't believe we haven't gotten a "birth pool" going here at Blogcritics yet!)
6 - Mac Diva
Maybe the baby couldn't make up his mind about being an Aquarian or a Capricorn.
When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars,
Peace will steer the planets
And love will rule the stars.
Or somethin' like that.
7 - BB
Yes Dawn and Eric, I'm amazed that you are able to retain a sense of humor amidst all the turmoil and still be able to write such excellent posts. It is obviously a testament to your character (and stamina) and your new-to-be-born son is most fortunate to have such fine parents (and vice versa). You will be in my thoughts and prayers.
8 - debbie
I hope you have a quick, painless labor and a happy healthy son.
9 - bhw
Get thee to makin' some whoopie! That sometimes helps jump start labor....
10 - Eric Olsen
Thanks all, when it was time it was time! Dawn woke me up around 5 saying she was definitely having contractions. We got ready and headed out by about 6, got there a little after 6:30 and young Alexander was born at 7:05. Whew - we're all heading over in a little while so he can meet his brother, sisters, grandparents.
Thanks for all the kind thoughts!
11 - TDavid
Congrats on the new, healthy arrival! :)