I guess my oven isn’t baking so well and need to get induced tomorrow – yuck. We are 38 weeks pregnant. Not what I planned at all. I’ve never been induced so I’m a little scared about the whole scenario. The bad thing about writing a birth plan is that they never go as planned. Ahh well, I’m going to have myself some wine in the cockpit and begin to freak out. Crazy to think that we’ll be bringing a baby back home to the boat the day after tomorrow, or tomorrow if I can wing it. The bub is having some movement issues and has become quite worrying to us and the doctor. Seeing that it’s almost full term we’ve decided that he/she is better off on the outside than inside. It’s crazy that in this day and age that doctors and all their technology still can’t quite determine with 100% accuracy the health of a baby inside the womb. Is it stressed or just a mega chilled out bub? We’re hoping for the Bob Marley bubba.
Nana arrived yesterday so she’s just in time. I think she’s going to spend the day with our great neighbor Pierre and Bambi catching the local buses around the island.
Have I packed my bag? No. Do we have names picked out? No. Do we have baby clothes? As of yesterday, YES! Are we prepared for a third child? GOOD HEVANS NO! Like with the rest of our lives we’ll wing it with a smile, and maybe a beer.
