Rushing the stork

Basically my doctor has given me the green light to deliver. I'm 36 weeks to the day and the Muffin, while on the small side is baking well. So, in his words, if the baby is ready, he's not going to stop it. However, he did say that the longer I baked this one, the better it would be since most of the weight put on from this point on adds to the chub factor.

So I get it. I have to play incubator for just that little while more. That means, I have to be good. Nothing that might send me into labour too early. And once again, in the words of the doctor, 'an embargo on sex', not too much walking, not too much shopping and as much as possible, not too much carrying of the twins. Of all, the last is probably the hardest to obey because it means trying to rationalise with the irrational.

I'm not rushing it though. Like I just told a friend, I'm aware the end is near. But I'm not looking forward to it so much that I want it out before its time. I read all the time about these mums who just want the baby out and are happy to get induced. They don't really care that with an induction, there is a higher likelihood of ending up with a c-section. They just want the baby out before its time, even if there is no harm to the baby to stay in a little while more. Others want to induce because it's the pragmatic thing to do. Chinese New Year is a bit more than a month away so pop out the kid now and be done with confinement before the new moon and new year is upon us.

I guess because I don't have the luxury of an induction that it doesn't bother me. After all, it's not an option for us attempting a VBAC (Vaginal Birth After C-Sect). But I guess the other reason is also because I'm not ready for the Muffin. We haven't progressed much from the last time I blogged about it.

We haven't figured out the name. We haven't got Muffin's room ready. It's still pretty much the twins' playroom and I need to clear out the cot, which has become a storage area in its own right and raise the cot again. Muffin's clothes aren't washed yet and I just got round to packing my part of the hospital bag. The only reason why I did that was 3 nights ago, there were 5 minute apart contractions for a while and I really wondered if I needed to get myself into hospital. Only at that point did I realise that I wasn't packed to go. I'd been procrastinating on that one because nostalgic me wanted to use my old dance bag which went with me everywhere and then to hospital to bring home the twins. Unfortunately, in the moving, I seem to have misplaced it. And Packrat told me very sternly that it was high time I just sucked it up and found another bag to take to hospital.

So that's the only thing done. I would like to say I have another 4 weeks to tick off the other things on my list but I guess I shouldn't wait till the last minute because I don't really know when the last minute will be. And whether or not I'm ready, it's getting closer and there's no avoiding it.


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