Declan Is Grounded

Well, today is day one of Declan's first groundation. It happened earlier than we expected it would, and it wasn't for anything terribly exciting, but we have officially grounded Declan for the first time. He's not allowed to leave his room all weekend... and by his room, I of course mean my stomach.

Our good friends and the soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Lester are tying the knot this weekend. I am entirely overjoyed about this, and for them I hope the weekend seems to last forever-- what a special one it will be for them. For me, however, I hope it flies by.

I wasn't too thrilled about staying behind. In fact, for a long time my plan was to drive up to Pennsylvania with Matt. If worst came to worst and I had to deliver, I'd rather do so with doctors I didn't know than a husband I didn't know.

It was really only the thought of pushing my seemingly large baby out in the middle of Amish country with only the medical assistance of a burly woman named Martha Yoder that shook me from my delusion that I'd be able to attend the wedding this weekend. No drugs = no deal as far as I'm concerned. (I've been stupid enough to watch TLC's "It's A Baby Story" for the past nine months. I know how these kiddie pool ordeals work.)

So here I am, sitting in my brand spanking new glider with my feet propped up and a fan pointed at my face. I'm surrounded by a sea of boxes that have yet to be organized, but I'm both too tired and too nervous to do anything about them at the moment; Declan doesn't need any prompting to make a jail break. The question, however, is how long I will be able to resist the temptation to just go nuts on the place.... and how long I'll be able to resist the urge to hop in the car and drive to Pennsylvania. Just kidding about that last one, folks.

On a more serious note, everything with Declan looks great. I met with the doctor yesterday and she says I'm continuing to progress nicely. Actually, her exact words were that I have a beautiful birth canal, but that just seems like bragging. I am 2 cm dilated, 70% effaced, and was instructed to have a bag packed at this point. (By a quick glance around my living room, I still have about ten bags packed, so that's not an issue.)


Labor is still a very gray area of medicine; everyone is different, and there is thus very little point in attempting to predict when it will happen. I have no idea when it will start and neither do the doctors.


You know when it won't happen, though? This weekend. Because Declan is grounded. :)